~ Waves Rolling...Gently Swaying ~

Waves rolling...gently swaying. Ducks bopping gently along waters edge. Surrounded by a peace that passes all understanding above them. 

Light hitting, casting shadows...picture perfect draws me in. 

Fading moments of past subsiding. Travels becoming glory enraptured. 


Amidst this setting my heart is flowing with memories filling up empty holes. 

Joy coming...spilling over painful places making newness easy to bear. 

More light pours out of heaven upon me. Then embraced by His beauty I see how just in a moment a picture set before me can heal a spot of injury that only His timing sees. 

How beautiful to walk along a winding road created by man, His creation, yet standing amongst only His craftsmanship there lies places and there I pick up glimpses of only what He can make. 

Twisted tress and draping branches reaching out to touch His light. Create a picture for eyes that need to remember that growing does not come with perfection. But with bending and reaching and moving and twisting to push towards the ultimate one. The glory light of everlasting promised peace. 

Thank you, Holy Father, for again in a moment of set aside stillness I see your promise of perfect peace. 

Let me rest in this knowing of your stillness. For in that gentle swaying you work a healing over holes that only are filled up by your Balm of Gilead. 

And I say…Thank you, Jesus…thank you!

Blessings….
~ Becka