Tasting my own tears again. Thinking, “This is not how I would have done it.”
How often God takes us a way we would not have gone— points to a path we would not have chosen.
Dear Reader, have you often pondered the words:
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways.” says the LORD. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8-9)
How often I have pondered God’s ways with the taste of tears in my mouth.
Perhaps there are Christians that can walk the path of captivity with great joy, but I confess to you, I am not one of them.
… My thoughts are not your thoughts…
I remember the LORD whispering to my heart before I came here, “…there is no other way.”
I confess I did not truly comprehend the enormity of those three little words until now…
No other way.
Looking back… to who I once was, I now know:
⦁ There was no other way to bind the wounds of betrayal without being betrayed.
⦁ There was no other way to learn the words of comfort for the abandoned without being cast out.
⦁ And, how else could one sing the song of deliverance, had one not felt the chains?
To become a wound dresser one must endure many woundings; one must taste their own tears, over… and over again.
To receive “a new heart” (Ezekiel 11:19) indeed… there is no other way.
The DREAM~MAKER’S Promise:
“Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; Save me, and I shall be saved,
For You are my praise.” Jeremiah 17:14 NKJV
The Caterpillar’s Prayer:
Father help me to believe in the process of transformation, though it may be full of pain, it is also a miracle in the making. I don’t want my tears to blind me to the miraculous things You are creating, in me.
And not just for me, but for others, too.