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Arms Wide Open...

'Take all that I have in these hands.....and multiply...

Here I am Father, with arms wide open...gracefully broken.'

Tasha Cobbs Leonard


Gracefully broken....everyday I am so thankful beyond words for the grace of God in this healing journey. That light at the end of the tunnel is growing brighter, growing bigger with each halting step...no matter how small dear friends, it is a step in the direction of living, of joys in the small moments that greet me each day.

Do not give up, nor give in to the burden that weighs you down...

With every bit of movement across that bleak valley floor you come closer to leaving it all behind...the pain, the heartache, the brokenness...take a ever-so quick glance back and see the litter, the refuse strewn behind you. I imagine you can see each and every piece of stinking garbage dropped along the way, drying up and blowing away...the hurtful words, the cruel actions, the rejections, the confusion, the depression. Oh God....the weight dear hearts, the weight of despair grows lighter... I can attest to this and pray you will begin to truly feel it as well.

It is a journey filled with little bumps, great drops and soaring heights...at times feeling lifted to heights attained only by the mighty Griffon, once again dropping down through the clouds to earth once more...but oh my friends those moments of soaring in joy and elation, they sustain...they bring hope to these bones once again.

I am pulled from my ruminations of loss and heartache...lifted from the depths of that perilous pit full of vipers and darkness....lifted on the wings of Angels to see what is above, to see joys unspeakable awaiting all of us. The joy of living, the joy of giving, the joy of receiving a love so enormous it cannot be contained....Gods Love is all around us, surrounds us always...

Hope is there...the fulfilment of your forgotten dreams and goals only awaits your step forward, your every footfall leading you home, leading you to love immeasurable....keep your head high and rest in the one who made you so beautifully...so wonderfully.

You are fearfully made...and wholly loved.


 
 
 

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