Tending the Field

My friends,

It has been a hot minute since I have been on here, and I am oh so very sorry about not writing. But here I am, back out on the front porch that I've known so well, learning to be vulnerable with a sea of people who need Jesus just as much as I. 

Let me tell you, my friends, this heart of mine has been through the wringer these last few months. Are you, too, exhausted from trying to constantly keep up? 

This season has been one of "tending the field" and God has been so graciously allowing my heart to experience His faithfulness and strength in such powerful and tangible ways. My heart had been a whirlwind of emotion as I waited and waited and waited for God to show up and provide even when His voice seemed so very far away. 

He is too strong to be defeated and too wise to be mistaken, and when we cannot see His work in front of us, we must trust His faithful heart. He directs the steps of the Godly and delights in every detail of our lives. Though we may stumble, we will never fall. For He is holding onto us and gives victory to His anointed.

Our purpose is found when our worn down shoes match the shoes of Jesus. This is what He craves for you. For me. For us. Jesus' invitation to walk alongside Him will require repeated shifts throughout our lives, so take hold of His promise that His protection and faithfulness will be your guide. It is a terrifying thing to fall into the hands of the living God and He will be your wall of fire. A canopy from the scorching heat. 

Maybe this is a season of abundance for you, or maybe this is a season of tending the field. Whatever the season may be, it is not about proving your worth or trying to be stronger than you are, but rather laying it all down before the cross and letting His will be done.

He gazes through my defenses... right through my thick walls and failed dreams. I am His-- bought with His most precious blood and treasured by His most gracious heart. He has reached down from on high to take hold and has drawn us out of the deep and dangerous waters. He has confronted us in our time of disaster. For you will never be shaken! He alone is our portion and our cup and makes our lot secure.

Please remember this, my friends.

Through all the bending, breaking, and all the stretching... you are the daughter of a King who is not moved; not by death, nor by life. You are the daughter of a King who wraps you ever so tightly in His arms and pours out grace by the buckets into this life of yours.

I understand your sin is great. Mine is, too, but I also know my God... and I know His heart for me. I know His heart for you. 

"I forgive you, my child."

Even here, you can trust Him. 

Let me tell you, my friends, I have learned that our hands are never equipped to hold this life of ours. We can pray big knowing that our hands and hearts are too weak to hold the weight of it all.

Be patient. The process is tedious. Tending the field takes time. 

Be watchful and listen carefully, beautiful girl. It is time to tend your field.