My Child

     Last summer, I was going through some tough stuff.  I had a dream that I really, really wanted, and I had prayed about it a ton.  I really thought it was what God wanted.  And then I started listening to the terrible lies of Satan.  He definitely succeeded in confusing me for a time.  The dream I had cradled so carefully for so long was shattered.  I was heartbroken.

    I went to sleep that night, and woke up the next morning.  When I woke up, warm, golden sunlight was streaming in through the window, and I praised God for the beauty around me.  And then I remembered...my dream, my beautiful, hand-carved dream that I had made for myself, was shattered.  I fell to my knees, and tears came to my eyes as I asked God to remove the pain I felt He had inflicted me.

    This is what came.

Dry your tears, My child;

Your days are not yet o’er.

Come to Me, My child,

For I am waiting at your door.

Give to Me, My child,

Your burdens and your fears.

I will wipe away

All your hurtings and your tears.

I am here, My child,

To give you rest alone.

I am here, My child;

I have claimed you as My own.

Worry not, My child,

For I will guide your days.

Give it all to Me,

And I will light your way.

~ H. Paige Edwards

July 20th, 2015