For you who are worn from this battle

Hey, come here. Let me give you a big hug. 

He's got you, honey. 

I would move heaven and earth to fix this for you but the only One that can do that is the One who created you. The One who created the heavens and the earth. 

He not only knew about this moment-this struggle-when He was creating you in the secret place, weaving you together in your mother's womb, He orchestrated it.  Yes, this. THIS. 

Sometimes that thought makes me feel better and sometimes it makes me feel bitter. Just being honest. 

More than anything though, in the deepest part of me, it makes me feel created. Held. Not accidental. On purpose. 

*Purpose*

He wrote this into your song (yes THIS).  Let Him lead you in rhythm. Watch your Father smile, His head thrown back in ecstasy as his baton waves wildly before you, showing you how fast, how slow, how intense, how soft to play. Play to His rhythm, listen for His heartbeat to lead you (you can hear because you're close to it). Be silent when He calls for silence. Be loud when He calls for intensity. Let him conduct. Don't be intimidated by the silences, don't try to fill them with your own music, they're there for a purpose. 

Rest in the hands that are more than big enough to hold you, your baggage, your problems, your pain and your joy. Rest in the hands capable enough to sift through all of that and see YOU. Not the broken you, the whole you.  The created you.  His you. 

As we break away from this hug know that I'm actively praying for you today, sweet child of God. Whether you know it or not He loves you and He's fighting for you. Even as you don't believe in Him, He believes in you. 

When all hope is lost, Hope hasn't lost you. 

"He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens? Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket, or weighed the mountains on the scales and the hills in a balance? “To whom will you compare me? Or who is my equal?” says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing." (Isaiah 40:11, 12, 25, 26 NIV)

*on silence

"When you listen to a song, you only hear the harmony because of the emptiness between the notes.  If the song is too full of notes, it becomes nothing but noise.  To hear the harmony you have to let the silences have their place in the song.  It's like each note is a pearl upon a necklace and the silences are what strings them all together.

"Maybe God knows that without his silences in our lives, we will never hear the melody of faith.

"I think in every person's life a day comes when faith becomes a choice.  You can either give up on the silence of God or choose to trust him in the dark as Jesus did while he was dying on the cross. " - Steven James 

*Edit*

After I wrote the blog I thought of this:

It's kind of like when Willow cries for a long period of time and can't tell me why. All she can do is cry and be held while I say "I know I know". And I do, even when I don't.  God knows, He doesn't *need* your words.  Be held today!