A time to Lay it Down...

There are many great and rewarding avenues in life that can ultimately keep us distracted and busy. Hindering the mighty work God wants to do in us.

We can take good things, things that bring joy and fulfillment, and use them to keep us hidden and occupied. To numb ourselves from the intense crushing, breaking, stripping process of our heart. We dodge the depths in which God wants to go, to reveal our wounds to us. We shake in fear of the unknown.

My journey on this blog has been eye-opening and heart-exposing as I've typed keys into words. It has brought me great joy to find authentic souls who understand the pain and triumph. Who relate to the wrestling and surrender. However, I've allowed blogging to divert my attention away from an even deeper healing. I've allowed comments and emails to validate this journey when recently I've heard the whisper of God asking me to lay it down, so He can give me words for wounds. Balm for brokenness. Wholeness in healing.

And that I need to stop "doing" and "being" for others and simply let Him do and be for me.

I've been afraid that in the mute of typing out my heart, I'd let you all down... my readers, my friends.

God has been endlessly pursuing me to come closer, with preeminent intent. To weep at His feet while mercy washes over and floods my spirit. There is so much more He wants to reveal through the cuts, scrapes, and scars that are still bleeding, in need of His binding.

So...

He is calling me back to leather bound pages and scribbled ink. This next season is much too painful and intimate to lay out on screen while it's fresh. Possibly, a different time or a different place. For now, I must stop running and hiding, I must learn to lean into Him like never before.

I do not know how long this break from blogging will be. My plan is to take my extra hours to connect with grace, peace, and understanding. For He is all three, and more.

I will continue to spill my heart on paper, returning to His affectionately exhaustive, intimately sacred place of unhindered words. Unedited and undone.

I am scared of the pain and hurt that will surface in those moments, but will put my trust in the one who knows pain like no other.

The one who was broken, knows brokenness.

The one who has risen, knows how to rise beauty from ashes.

And through all of it, I will wait on Him for my time to rise.

For.

There.

Is.

A.

Time...

ALWAYS!

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It has been an honour to share my heart, my stories,

my afflictions, my pain, and my joy with you.

I ask you kind friends to pray for me during this time, this season.

Thank you for being here, with me.

You will be missed but never forgotten.

If you want to stay connected...

You can find me on Facebook or Twitter or via Email (on profile page)

Much LOVE & GRACE!!!

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)