So taken back, unexpected- and a rush of blessing came through. My betrayals, sometimes are my truth clenched tight or buried deep. Despite the fact I have shared them with my beloved Jesus, the gash across my own heart is still very much a part of me. I don't often like to bring them up because living with them often seems enough, to me. God uses the right means to bring to us what we need..whether we know it or not.
No ultimatum, no expectation, no demand holds anything against this moment- because it's nothing I wanted, and it's better than I could have asked for.
When you finally hear something you need to hear- it's as if light is flooding into the windows of your own obliviously darkened spirit, as if your ears are so open and your hearing sound compose it's articulate and profound symphony for the very first time. It's a gift of simplicity, yet somehow so very unfathomable.
The very heart of my Father God, expressed through someone who had seen EVERYTHING, that I thought I suffered through alone. It broke me, completely caught me off guard... it healed me.
His ways are not mine.
His thoughts are not mine.
His heart, is mine.
