There are no words.
So many times over the past year I've attempted to describe the ways Yahweh has grown me.
I've tried to find the words to sum up how He's spoken to my heart. Each of these times I've walked away from my computer with a full heart and an empty page.
Words can't begin to describe the ways Yahweh is changing me.
I can't explain it. I can't explain the newfound depth to my soul. A depth in which my heart longs for Yahweh in a way I couldn't have imagined possible. I can't explain the way I yearn for my time with Him, counting down until I can steal moments away in His presence. It's deeper than when I first believed - it's accompanied by time spent getting to know my Savior and the knowledge that I get to spend a lifetime attempting to understand Him. Somehow it shifted from "I need to read my bible because I'm supposed to" to "each moment is an opportunity to share an experience with Yahweh." Every run is a time I can be spending praising Him. Today I got the sweet opportunity to run in the rain - completely alone, surrounded by Iowan cornfields, goldfinches & cardinals, and some solid eye contact with a doe along the way. That's just a snapshot into this season of my Abba romancing my soul. These are the moments I cherish. These are the moments Yahweh uses to remind me that I am His, and that's more than enough.
Don't get me wrong, each season is accompanied with it's share of hardship and heartache - and trust me, I've had mine. But somehow even in the flames of pain, it doesn't burn as deeply - I'm finding that I'm learning to cling to my Abba in times of trial. This world is not my home.
At the end of the day, words still ring empty compared to the joy I've found in the arms of my Abba. I'm eternally grateful for the ways He continues to show me His deep love and affection. I serve a God who cares for each and every one of His children. I serve a God who listens. Someday, I'll get to gaze on the face of my Maker with His praise on my lips for eternity. For now, I'll continue to be grateful for the ways He speaks to me - in the rain. In the pounding of my feet on a trail. In the green leaves and open fields. All praise and glory be to Him.
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