DJ: #65 Overnight Flights Are The Worst
My thoughts are loud and scattered. They are mixed with sadness and the judgment I should be happy. As I type, I sit on comfy leather couch in a silent room. Ordinarily it is the kind of setting I crave, an uninterrupted moment to think and process, feel and release. I feel no motivation to battle the emotions, but I must. I cannot stop fighting the war for myself.
I am loved, and I love me. And for this reason, I will struggle with sorrow and push back the pain.
What is true?
I am amazing. I trust the Holy Spirit to hug me and lead me. I am blessed well beyond measure with grace, hope, and community. Though my heart is still mending from a love gone, and my mind pressuring me for security, I plunge my soul into the depth of the One who is the answer.
Lord, I let go of all my pains and desires. I release my fears and aches. I accept Your Hope and Peace for me. Even more I accept your Joy. And more Joy Jesus. With arms wide and an open heart, I totally embrace Your kindness and healing Truth.
I will run after You now and always. You are the Captain and the Prophet. Your wisdom sees further than any human can fathom. I have faith in it. Faith in You. Finished are the days when I run ahead of Your Spirit. My great inheritance is with You, hand-in-hand. And the Glory is in the walk while we get there.
Then he said, “This is God’s Message to Zerubbabel: ‘You can’t force these things. They only come about through my Spirit,’ says God-of-the-Angel-Armies. ‘So, big mountain, who do you think you are? Next to Zerubbabel you’re nothing but a molehill. He’ll proceed to set the Cornerstone in place, accompanied by cheers: Yes! Yes! Do it!’”
After that, the Word of God came to me: “Zerubbabel started rebuilding this Temple and he will complete it. That will be your confirmation that God-of-the-Angel-Armies sent me to you. Does anyone dare despise this day of small beginnings? They’ll change their tune when they see Zerubbabel setting the last stone in place!”
- From Zachariah 4
I am so grateful for the time I have to fight bullshit. My bullshit. I don’t think it will come round again.
