“Before the river runs away, I find the shelter in Your Name. Jesus.” ~ Fernando Ortega in “Sleepless Night”
I remember what if felt like to be a little girl.
Sitting at the table of my desk.
Writing hard into the pages of my journal.
Because there was no other place for me to be.
No other place to hear my thoughts and seek some sort of answer in the silence. My heart poured out in ink — like the first waters of spring trickling down through moss, rock, and dirt as you walk by and notice the trail is suddenly moist and soft.
I know now, that the door that closed me in the darkness of my bedroom wasn’t the only door that shut me into my aloneness.
The door of my heart was where I hid behind, where I placed all my anxious thoughts and concealed them deep within.
So, that I could step out into this world with brightness, to smile, explore and find my way.
I needed a place to put away the things that felt childish, needy, and wanting.
I was ready to grow up, to find my place in this world.
I believed that was where Jesus wanted me.
Out there, somewhere, I believed Jesus was calling me —
to leave who I was,
so I could become who He wanted me to be.
But, now I’m hearing a different Voice speaking beside me…
To be continued…
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