Worry comes. Unbidden. Unwelcome. But, it comes and I find myself fighting for breath and truth---searching for a solid rock for my emotions to rest upon.
Worry. Often about yesterday. Most often about tomorrow. The thoughts swirl around my mind and my heart. Dizzy with what feels "real"...but, in reality isn't real at all. It isn't now. It's a story. It is only a fictional piece playing in my mind: Re-membering yesterday and fore-telling tomorrow. What might have been? What I should have done. What I did wrong? Will I have enough? What might come? What could be the end of this story line? What if?
Last night it came at 2 am.
The darkness and loneliness of night makes the battle evermore fierce sometimes, doesn't it?
Truth fought hard at the corners and edge of my mind last night. Do not worry. Do not be afraid. Do not be anxious about anything. I heard the whispers. But, these words felt so far off. He felt so far off.
Lord, why is it so hard sometimes for me to take this in? Why can I not live in this freedom that you offer and bought for me?
Lessons long learned. Lessons taught and written about here. Freedom found. And, so easily lost... again. I believe. Help me with my unbelief!
Morning came. It always does. Oh, my Dayspring! "...through the tender mercy of God, whereby the dayspring from on high hast visited us, to give light to them that sit in the darkness..." (Luke 1:76-79)
His faithfulness found me here again. This morning I came. I sat and waited. I listened to His Word. I asked. Today, a fresh day. A day to stand on His Truth and He, Himself, as the rock that can steady my heart. His hold ever secure in midst of the fictional flood that overwhelmed me last night.
He came. Today, He came. My Dayspring. My love.
Love comes.
Truth comes. Light floods. Welcomed. Asked for. ...hoped for. The coming. The Advent again this morning. Fresh coming. His whispers---ever steadfast---won and pushed through this morning. No longer at the edge, His Presence filled.
Advent means the arrival. The coming. The rising. The dawning. My Advent, my Jesus! Oh how this heart needs Your coming each and every day.
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