Could it be?
Our weaknesses are our strengths. Our Father gives away, when we come to Him. Depleted. Empty. Surrendered. In need.
Could it be?
The fight to find more strength, is not pursued in vain, when we find our strength from Him, in His Word, and in His ways.
Could it be?
The clouds bringing rain, are healing. Our deliverance, an awakening. As He pours His love freely down to fill us up again.
The moments. A treasure. Do we see it? Do we know? To live, touch, breath, taste, the fragrance of His soul.
Do we pass them by? The moments. The ones we take for granted. Leave behind embraces cry to grab a hold of here and now.
If there was no tomorrow. Would abundance we live? Full of faith? Shouting triumphant declarations of… His love. Awakening the sleeping. The resting. The lonely. The broken.
Could it be?
The cry of the open, hurting, truthful wound is a trumpet to the ear of God. Alerting the Holy One to the certainty of His Son.
Could it be?
The vapor of our timeless being, not just in this moment. Our center. Our choosing. Our mind. But it’s in the hand of our Creator, our Maker. The accumulation of many moments.
Awaken. Pours of fury. Life of passion. Choice.
Lifeless bones be wakened. Hear the trumpet sound!!
