Journey Out of Hiding

I didn't do it alone  experienced others I was driven by... hope and exposure I couldn't quiet myself anymore So, I asked for help And received it when it came. They said we should pray O...k...ay.... Wondering what that meant We just asked Jesus ...not hard I saw a very dark place in fact, total darkness blackness and I felt alone and frightened  the unknown can twist into terror I turned (I had never before) and told Jesus I would only go if  He could make me know He was with me an image came to mind my taking His offered hand and then me turning again heading into the dark I had not been known as a  courageous person so I wasn't "Trying to be brave Is to be brave" George MacDonald I went in, still the feeling  of being alone When we go there there was just a  record  player the needle on the  record and it was stuck playing over and over again  the same  song "Be afraid Be VERY afraid" Of what?   All fear vanished like the puff o...

Is it real? After I heard you are like a master craftsman in a gentle grandfather submitting to your young  who beg to be let weave with you just work with you. Jus to be with you Is it true that you don't say No, that You don't protect the work at the sake of the child, for the sake of the relationship like I have so many times That you allow the mistakes That you aren't afraid of them? Is this real? It is an honest question Do you weave all of our mistakes into a beautiful masterpiece?  An exposure: We've had so many lies what could I have I been without them? What if I  wasn't the mistake all along. What if I hadn't been handed down a belief from so many sides that I wasn't enough for this or that Until  I didn't even try anymore I ran from it,  I hid, I numbed, again. But you returned and invited me to open up again to when though I'd screwed up, again Another mistaken thread a wrong color, a wrong pattern followed When I faced it Oh! It became o...

What to do at this time of day, when I usually do…,  not the healthiest behavior;  one I'd like to grow away from.  This time, I asked for help. First a pause, nothing to do yet.  That's okay.   Then a whisper,  like one I haven't heard in a long time. It was something like,  " I could tell you, what I think about you ." I heard somewhere that what we long for is fame,  to be famous to our Father,  our Godde  To hear our Father say He is proud of us,  Just for being We long to be home and we rarely feel that we are.  So I sat down, a cat coming to sit in my lap, arose such a longing within me.  a cat's simple attention  stirred in me a hunger for something so much more.  I just stroked the soft fur... then I heard it... a compliment.  Have you ever heard the Holy Spirit's conviction... of your goodness?  I listened to the feeling that began to stir From the inside of me I began to weep saying, Okay, I k...