Injured Tale 1

I slowly slipped back to reality as I emerged and then hid from the blistering heat. He stayed in the waters, not looking back; he moved deeper, further and left me.

How a single thought of temptation had ruined hopes of a long term relationship, and how a thoughtless and unfeeling decision made the unthinkable possible- like the ripples he had created, and the stillness he had disturbed.

Crippled more than ever- and blinded by the heat and tears- I walked slowly back to the cottage…

Your sun shall no longer go down… for the Lord will be your everlasting light, and the days of your mourning shall be ended. Isaiah 60:20

I’ve spent some nights on tear-stained sheets on a cold, empty bed. To awaken to the sunrise gets me renewed each time. Been feeling so tired, too. Tired and hollow-

But like a lost child, I read the love notes and everlasting promises of a Father I haven’t seen, yet who has tremendous love for me. I felt drawn to Him.

Reading hopeful truths from His word, I get strength from doing just that.
This is the kind of waiting I’m most honored doing. I may not know what is ahead, but will let time heal as God lays down His plans for me one day at a time.

I am resigned. I know in my heart He has been there all along, even before the heartaches started, and will be- beyond any prince’s promise of love, of a lifetime, of forever.