Free. I am free.
Little blue birds tweet and flitter above. The grass beneath is soft
and able to bear the weight of my dancing feet. The flowers. Oh,
they’re so beautiful. They’re everywhere. I hear laughter, the cackling kind.
And it smells like cinnamon. Warm, and cozy like home.
And I am free to dance with Him. To enjoy Him. To delight in Him. To find
Him. Not the Heavenly Father that I’ve come so well to know, but My Husband, my
Lover.
Here in this field, I am free.
others think
, because they aren’t in this field. It’s just
Him and me. And if they were, I wouldn’t notice them, He’s too beautiful.
Tables
in the Wilderness
In this new year, I have a new dance. And it feels so free. I’ll be the first to
tell you, I don’t have moves. But I’m finding them in the rhythm of His
love.
Yes, we need to quit drinking soda. We really need to put our phones down
more, and for heaven’s sake, the gym is calling our names. But by
April, when we have caved and drank that soda, we’ll be
reminded once again of our failure.
It’s different with Him. If we resolve to know Him more, we will not fail.
And He surely never fails.
Sweet sister, won’t you come dance with me?
“You will seek me and find
me when you seek me with all of your heart. I will be found by you, declares
the Lord.” Jeremiah 29:13-14a
*Photos by Rachel Ackerman Photography*