Remember When

My child, do you remember when…

∼ You couldn’t find your way, then I revealed how my footprints had already gone before?

∼ You were too afraid to resist, so I intervened and said, ‘No more!’?

∼ In deep darkness you walked alone and I rescued you?

∼ You chose me over my blessings and I cherished your trust?

∼ You gave me your dreams and I multiplied them?

∼ You were hungry and I fed you?

∼ Bills were due and I provided?

∼ You surrendered your addictions and I freed you?

∼ I nudged you out of hiding because it was time?

∼ You obeyed my call and I entrusted you with more of my mystery?

∼ You recoiled from me because I wouldn’t let you contain me in a glass box, but you later allowed me to gather the shards of your shattered faith and reshape them into art?

∼ You were homeless and I gave you shelter?

∼ A widow’s mite sustained you?

∼ A season of scarcity ended and I showered you with abundance?

∼ You were vulnerable and my hand protected you?

∼ Deep despair threatened to utterly destroy, but my flame pierced the shadows and reignited hope?

Do you remember these times, my child? I have not changed. I am not like the shifting sands. No. I am the same yesterday, today and forever.

I know the number of hairs on your head, your next thought, your dreams, your fears. You are forever mine. I am forever yours. This is not your home, and I have more planned for you than a heart can contain.

But my ways are not your ways, and my thoughts are far above yours. I reside in mystery.

Remember, what is spiritually discerned is greater than what can be observed; center your hope on nothing but my grace. Stay true in our friendship, trust in my goodness, and wait for my deliverance. It will come.

I know you. That is enough.

And remember, I AM.

 

2 Comments
  • kathy Ann Camarillo
    Posted at 01:58h, 14 April Reply

    Beautiful. Thank you for the eloquent words of encouragement.

    • Tamara Carpenter
      Posted at 19:23h, 14 April Reply

      Thanks, Kathy! It was an encouragement for me to take time out to write this piece. God’s care and provision have been abundant throughout the years.

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