"Maybe you need to start counting your blessings more often,
Instead of focusing on what’s missing….."
Nobody talks about the
seasons where you did everything right,
Those seasons you prayed - fasted - obeyed, but things still got harder to
fight.
The kind of seasons that tested your surrender,
And made you question the whereabouts of God, and wonder.
But even when it feels
like nothing is working,
He is still moving; because God? God has been constant.
He still stays - He still shows up - He still whispers peace into chaos,
And in the silence, His presence is made known.
In the darkness, He is
the light that shines,
A beacon of hope, that guides me through the night's signs.
He's the whisper in the wind, the gentle breeze that soothes,
A reminder that He's always with me, even when I'm lost in doubts.
He's the unseen movement,
the quiet strength that holds,
The gentle guidance that molds, and shapes my soul.
He's the still, small voice, that speaks directly to my heart,
A voice that calms the storm, and sets me apart.
In the midst of
uncertainty, He's my rock,
A foundation that stands firm, and never will be shaken or knocked.
He's my refuge, my shelter, my hiding place,
A place where I can find peace, and a sense of calm, and space.
He's the One who works
behind the scenes,
The One who orchestrates, and makes all things beautiful in His time.
He's the One who brings order, out of chaos and strife,
And gives me hope, and a future, and a life.
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