Confusion bends the heart and warps the spirit. And we cry for peace and we cry for understanding. And the tears like cripples crawl wobbly down the slow rocky path from the eyes to the chin.
But oh, how His word soothes the soul.
The soothing repetition of God’s word sings sweet comfort to confusion in our world. Over and over it speaks sweet truth.
And slowly confusion bows to peace. And peace brings comfort and a restoration of hope.
I stare at the computer screen and try to unscramble the code that asks me if I am spam, am I human. Confusion looks like that. Letters warped, unrecognizable, sideways turned, oddly shaped, gross distortion.
And confusion blurs the focus, like this intentional filter questioning before allowing you to pass go, continue on to the next step. This code to filter out the bad, eyes strain at the distortion to make sense and attempt to get it right. To straighten out and make it plain and clear.
Confusion rocks our word leaving a seasick queasy, lost and vulnerable uneasiness in our spirit.
I step outside and throw myself on white rope hammock, fall into the arms of the Master softly swaying on the netted bed. He has caught me. I am His . My gaze goes up.
It always heals, this black lit sky presenting one ultra brilliant star, like eye wink from Him. Winking, blinking Mercy. Assuring me there is a way out of misunderstanding and confusion.
The looking up always restores Hope. The gazing skyward always meets my eyes with Mercy. In the moment of raw human need. And raw human heart. He stares back down to a hurting child, swaying slow and steady under His sky at night and whispers calm in the black of night.
And because He loves so deep and wide and all black sky cavernous, I speak apology.
I know the path out starts here. So what love falls out of the sky at night to a busted heart seeking solace on the ropes of life, in the woven hammock must be extended horizontal now. Given out as freely here as it came down from the heavenly eye wink from the Merciful one.
Confusion rocks. But He steadies. He gives gift of solid rock to stand firm upon.
Confusion blurs who we are, what we are, and WHOSE we are. He loves through a lense of everlasting love, with a clear and pure abiding Love, always and everytime.
Confusion breeds pride and anger. He gazes down with unfathomable Love and ushers in a spirit of humility, peace, and calm.
Steps from the front door of my heart and my home I run into His arms, caught in the black of night. Tears wiped by the One who extends Grace upon Grace upon Grace.
Winking and blinking and saying from His throne, sweet words of Comfort soothing the soul. Tender words of Mercy mending the brokeness. Gentle words re-building Trust.
One black night, one sweet star, and one Tremendous God.
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So beautiful! I’m glad you found me via Ann’s, and so I was led back here.