As I have been preparing for my podcast coming in July, my mind keeps returning to where it all began.
It began in brokenness.
It began with the end of of the story, that I had written in my head, of what my life would look like.
There was no scraping the barrel.
The barrel was empty, and I knew there was only one place to go to have it filled back up.
It started with returning to the well that never runs dry and it began with this one small thought.
It was just a whisper that crescendoed into the voice of resounding Love saying, “Lift Up Your Eyes, beloved.” The eyes of my heart pictured Him gently lifting my chin in His right hand. The one that moves mountains on our behalf, and for me it was a mountain.
My eyes were downcast in dismay that my God’s answer was not the one I wanted. It was a yes to healing my beloved husband, but it was an eternal healing, not one this side of heaven.
So while my heart would continue to go on the journey of grieving I wanted it to be one that went hand in hand with joy. This would be impossible, BUT God!
So I agreed. I lifted up my eyes, to His, strong, tender and love filled ones. It wasn’t a one- time lifting. It was a day by day and even moment by moment lifting. It still is.
But now there is more. Now it’s with a bit more eagerness because I have witnessed just some of what He can do these past 2 years.
You see death is not the end of the story with a resurrected God. It is only the beginning!
There are days, the grief is as fresh as the moment he left but I know the one who said, ‘Joy comes in the morning.”
So I am lifting my eyes and leaning into to listen to the things that He would have me Seek and Savor in the days that remain for me, for you , for us. Until he returns or calls us home. Won’t you join me as we Seek and Savor in the new podcast coming July 2018.
Share with me the ways that God has changed your perspective when you have lifted up your eyes to Him. Bring Him Glory!