“There is a joyful sound in the air! Hearken to the sound of joy and tune your ears and hearts to the sweet sound of joy in My kingdom. Does the Bridegroom rejoice with His Bride? For I rejoice over you with singing My Beloved! A new sound. A joyful sound, even the sound of laughter with timbrels and stringed instruments. As I have said in My word, go your way, eat the fat, drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared; for this day is holy unto our Lord, neither be sorry, for the Joy of the Lord is your strength. For all those who mourn are given beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. For every one who sows in tears shall reap with joy! Even an anointing of the oil of gladness above your companions!
Let everyone who puts their trust in Me rejoice and shout for joy! I will defend you and show you the path of life! In My presence is fullness of JOY! At My right hand are pleasures for evermore! Obtain from Me this day joy and gladness, and let the sorrow and mourning flee away. For everlasting joy will be upon your head. Let the young and the old rejoice in the dance, and I will turn their mourning into joy, and I will comfort them, and make them rejoice from their sorrow.” – Father’s Heart Ministry
Lord we receive it today ~ oh how we do.
Bubbling just below the surface, I feel good things coming.
And the idea of reaping in joy from all the tears I’ve shed & shared? Well that just turns me inside out.
Sometimes in my deepest grief I feel God the most – & almost feel Him weeping with me. Enduring whatever fiery trial alongside me closer than anything else. Anything and anyone.
I have not arrived. I am not where I am going. Not yet.
But my heart is open & tiny bits of freedom find their way directly into my path as I trust the process, more & more.
My hallelujahs are widening, deepening.
Sometimes when I worship in the quiet of my little apartment –
On my face as far down into the carpet fibers as I can push myself –
I am almost transcended. From my little spec of a world into eternity. Finite glimpses into eventual Glory.
Oh sweet Jesus -You are the only One – the only thing –
That quenches the dry places in my soul.
You are the Great Love of my life –
What changes me daily, stumbling into Your likeness.
I know I have not been the best child ~
But I am so grateful You never tire of chastening me –
Of leading me back home to the Rock that is higher than I.
Of protecting me – sometimes from myself. Lord help me.
You are worthy of all praise. All honor. All glory.
You are God alone.
And I am not.
Much love y’all & the deeply-rooted belief that Lo, He is with us always,
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