How does my lifesong sing to my Father? I have wondered this over and over again in my life. When I fail. When I question. When I don't know what to do. When I think I have done something to make Him smile. When I'm face down on the floor desperate to be heard and soothed and strengthened for the battle.
My life song is a mess. A wonderful glorious mess that my Creator will use for His glory.
A horrible ugly mess that I can't see straight of.
The mess is not the point. My Father is.
I will not let go until You bless me.
I will not let go until my lifesong sings.
And in that day she will sing as when I first brought her out of the wilderness. Hosea 2.
Love, B
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