I have come to realize lately how deeply empty words can be. Someone might say everything my ears long to hear. Saying the words means nothing if action doesn't follow. I hate lies. I have decided to speak less and listen more. The words I speak I want to be meaningful and deliberate and honest. I wish my life to be a sincere testament to who I am. I want my actions to speak so loudly that my voice doesn't need to.
I have been watching a person i love walk through some dark times. The words said speak of hope and clarity... The actions taken scream lost and still in darkness. It seems so obvious to me, but not to them. I watch them struggle and yet continue on the deep dark path they are on. God spoke to me in a dream... He often does. He showed me a picture and there on the floor was my loved one, they were a puddle. I was working so hard trying to desperately gather them up. The harder I worked the more of a puddle I became. The Lord told me to let them go...He was the only One who could take the puddle and make it something good. So as painful as it is, I have released my loved one to the Lord trusting in His time they will be whole, not by anything I could do or say, but by His great love and mercy, and that alone.
Jesus words were always truth. He was never lazy. His life spoke without Him needing to always speak words. He told me to release my anxiety and burdens to Him and He would give me rest. He did not lie, I have rest and I have peace.
Some muddled thoughts from my mushy brain,
Jeannie~
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