you are good soil and I am your seed.
{what I hear God whispering to me}
new moon rising in the twilight 

I want to sing a new song.

But I can’t be sure.

My heart has been rising and setting on an old song.

The hours pass and the days move like water turning under the moonlit sky.

It’s really what I long for.

But it’s always been good enough.

Not anymore.

Something is changing in me, Lord.

There’s a new moon rising in the twilight of my night.

Something is changing.

I’m daring to believe — and I don’t want to look away.

Do you have a new song for me?

And will this new song stay?

A Soul Conversation

Step into this moment now to be with Jesus.

Do you hear the sound of a new song… reaching out to call your name?

Do you hear your heartbeat longing to believe the words God whispers to you in those quiet moments no one else can see and hear?

When it seems the very brush of his words are touching a memory, hope and insecurity you carry — do you recognize the touch of his hand drawing you to Him — to carry you through the night?

Picture yourself carried, as you lean into all that consumes your thoughts and captures your worries.

Then, picture the sky above you melting from the glaring scorch of the desert sun into the warm ember of a cool twilight.

As you lay there weary from the journey you’ve traveled oh so long in His arms, you see the light of a new moon rise from the silhouette of tree limbs above you.

The light of a new moon is beginning its rise over you, moving oh so quietly in the path a rainbow’s rays.

Rest in the arms of your Gentle Shepherd whose arms are strong enough to carry you.

Lean your head back and feel his steps strong and sure against the weight of your body.

Stay present. Breathe.

Listen quietly and still. Jesus whispers to you.  Right now. Tenderly.

Look up up into what He longs for you to see — as you let Him carry you.

Confide in this moment He’s longing to bring you into. Surrender what you’ve longed to say.

Listen to the new song He’s singing to you — in the soulful whitespace in Isaiah 55:10-11.

Read each word slowly, his voice echoing into the restful sounds of twilight:

As the rain and the snow
    come down from heaven,

and do not return to it
    without watering the earth

and making it bud and flourish,
    so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,

so my word that goes out from my mouth:

 It will not return to me empty,

but will accomplish what I desire

 and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

One Word

What word found in the sound His voice in these words above sings to you?

What is the one word that can turn these familiar words into a new song — from God to you?

Let it be yours.

Just yours.  Only yours.

My Words

I don’t want to turn away anymore.

I want to listen — really listen to this new song you’re singing. 

In me.  

Because it’s changing this heart beating in me.

Because I’m choosing to believe you won’t stop singing it.

Don’t stop singing.

Help me to hold your words like a treasure — even though no one may recognize me singing in this new quiet voice.

Help me to keep following you to step out into the world — by singing a new song.

A quiet, but sweet and beautiful one.

Help me find my voice and sing.

For no other reason.

But, for only one:  you love me.

I don’t think I have the enough strength in my soul to last me past one hour to really hold onto this song.

So, I need you to keep carrying me.

Keep singing me this new song.

So, I can learn to make it mine.

His Words

Look at me.

Don’t turn away.  

Look long enough.

Be still long enough.

To feel my love for you.

Listen.

Really listen to what I’m about to say.

You are good soil.

I am your seed.

I will keep singing.

I will never stop.

Never.

Never.

Always.

Your Words

Confide in Jesus, as friend to friend.

~  Jesus is listening.  He longs for the words you long share with Him only.  Alone.

~  Let His complete understanding of everything you can’t begin to express touch you and comfort you today.

Let’s quietly make space for each other, offering our words as incense of prayer.

It’s night time.   Our evening verspers.  Our compline. 

You are among friends. In this quiet space.

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