Select Page

(Sometimes I wake to a pit in my stomach.  Jesus uses that weak spot in me to bring me back to my knees.  It tastes like fear.  It smells like dread.  It screams loudly.  It cannot be ignored.  But if I stop and listen carefully, I can hear His whisper above the noise in my soul….)

My heart, it turns a deaf ear

To Your whisper, “Peace.  Be still.”

Instead it hears the mocking taunts,

Fear’s voice so loud and shrill.

I long to feel Your presence

Ache to hear Your voice

Telling me I’ll be all right

And this will end in joy.

But for now I cannot see

So I’ll trust Your loving hand

To work all things out for my good

Though I don’t understand.

Hold me close, ’til this does pass

My ear against Your chest

So I hear your heart beat once again

And my heart again can rest.

“Peace.  Be still, ” You whisper

You say you have a plan

So I will put my faith in You

And rest here in Your hand….

Let's stay connected!

I promise to send some encouragement your way, and a bit of hope for the soul...

xo, jana

 

 

 

Thanks for connecting! Check your email for some goodness, arriving soon...