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 earthand 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.
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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17 Comments
Bonnie, such a timely word well spoken and beautifully shared. My heart sings and sighs with gratitude. Thank you. Here are the whispers of words He spoke to reiterate His own Word you quoted:
I desire for you to bud and flourish,
My purpose is for you to have plenty of provisions for your future, to carry forward only seeds for new life and growth, and to harvest more than enough from your experiences to even feed others.
Trust me.
Relax.
Let me hold you like a child, so near.
I am well able to carry you.
soul beautiful, Babs. thank you for sharing a quiet moment together, being present with Him.
[…] A new song. A ripening field. […]
These words whisper to something deep inside of me and calm my soul. Thank you.
so nice to share this soulful space together, Sandra.
The word that spoke to me was “yields”. It has a double meaning. To give up my fight for control and yield to God’s plans. And to grow and become a yield, a field of harvest in my life.
what a beautiful insight into “yield”, morag. it speaks so richly. thanks for sharing so beautifully spoken.
Funny this is about singing a new song. I spent lots of time blogging yesterday with teachers. And the comments I loved the most were from the teacher who sings all the time with her kids. My assistant likes how I make up songs and sing a lot too. And so….sing Mrs. DeLong,sing. Sing all morning long and see the effect it has on the kids…especially during transitions. And see how it gets them singing too. Love it. Thanks!
“Rejoice. Both you and I always knew that this time would be”, is what I hear.
Blessings Bonnie.
Empty… Is what I feel…
Empty… Is what He needs me to be…
Empty… So He can fill me completely with Himself…
I empty myself into His embrace
And wait for His rain to cleanse my soul…
“bud”
Bonnie, you didn’t know how this would bring me back to a word that was spoken over me 30 years ago.
I’ve often asked Jesus what that word meant and I’ve known to wait, to be still and know that He will work it out, as with all things, for good, for me, because I love Him.
And you didn’t know that I am in a season of endurance, and have been, for the last seven years. That in this season, as I daily and mostly second-ly lean heavily on Jesus and trust Him to pull me through, I have felt that there will be no spring for me again in my life. And that the bleak grey which comes from a seemingly endless winter of disappointments has sometimes reinforced the lie that on this earth I will no longer experience new life and the hope it brings.
But I Know deep in my soul that God Is, and Loves, and is Life, and He has my little daughter’s life and trust in Jesus in His hands and He will nourish them.
Bonnie, you don’t have Spring right now where you live, but in my town in New Zealand there are blossoms and daffodils coming out everywhere against beautiful blue skies. And I have been asking Jesus these last few days to let me have another spring in my life. To let me bud again. To fulfil that word that was spoken over my life 30 years ago.
Thank you, Bonnie, for bringing this. The Holy Spirit is a gentleman and your words today have been part of Hs gentle nourishment, drawing me out and letting me catch a glimpse of that word again.
I don’t know what will grow. I’m not sure what I should do next, except to keep turning to the light of Jesus and the warmth of His love.
Being a “bud” doesn’t mean being the full blossom yet, but having the faith that I’ll be that one day.
And I have had a realisation, Bonnie, as I think on this now, that God has not allowed my daughter to survive thus far without having His hand on her life. He has a word for her too and He will fulfil its purpose in His time.
I had thought that if she has to go back into a situation where she is told that Jesus is not real, and where I cannot protect her physically or mentally or emotionally, her precious faith and trust in Jesus would be whittled away.
But I have just realised in this treasured moment that God’s word for her will achieve His purpose. She is His daughter and He loves her so much more than I ever can love her.
I owe it to her to live all of my life not in fear and defeat but in complete trust.
And I felt my heart so gently and tenderly held when I read “bud”, Bonnie, and it brought back that memory of sitting in that sunroom 30 years ago, prayed for by people who love Jesus, knowing that God would make sense of it in His time.
I don’t know whether or not this is His time, but I know I need to be open to whatever He has in store for me to show Him
oh… spring blossoms in New Zealand.. right now… i didn’t even know! oh… what a thought, there is spring eventhough i’m not aware! soul touched to hear your story, rebecca. thnx for sharing it. #kindreds
“Flourish.” That’s my one word from those verses. Oh, how I long for His Word to flourish in me! Blessings to you, Bonnie. Grace and peace in Jesus.
Flourish. Yes, that’s my word too, an ongoing theme for me. Thanks Bonnie.
Bonnie,
this post caught my eye becasue of the title. I have had my own journey of grief and it’s been a long one from losses as a child to more losses in these later years. Just before reading this I had said “God, I need a new song.” Grief and tears are comfortable….I am used to them and I know how to “do grief.” And I too feel God is bringing something new in me – I have been doing a lot of personal work with a counselor and a therapy group and this weekend I will be on a therapy weekend. Your words were very timely. Thanks for sharing them.
we are on the same journey of listening to a singing a new song, Carol… keep listening. let’s be brave together.
His words… “you are accomplished. you are beautiful. you are strong.”
My words… Thank you.. thank you.. thank you. As you carry me I feel the strength of heaven uplifting me, strengthening me, filling me with renewed purpose. I am at rest. Joy floods my soul. I am all that you say I am.