Joining a beautiful community of writers . . . for just 5 minutes. . . on the prompt: song.
There is a song playing deep within, but, oh, how I struggle to find the notes. I have had trouble finding words. I type these here, waiting for words to come. Song . . . What is it, God? Why do I have so much trouble writing here?
You doubt your words, your voice–the delight I have for you as I hear you sing. For you do sing, my girl. You sing in the arms reached around, the deep reaching for me, the moments of restlessness when you try to pray but you can’t.
You sing in the tension of wondering what it is you are to do with your time this day. You sing in the doubting and the giving and the pondering and the hoping and the playing. You sing the only way you know how.
Daughter, I’ve made you to sing. Sing of beauty and laughter, of dark places where light has been brought to shine. Sing of hope and hard places, of pride and running away and turning around and raw tears spilled on cold ground. You sing of silence, of new places, of rebellion and obedience and redemption and suffering. You sing of desire and searching for more, more of Me. You sing from a true place, a beautiful place, a deepening pace, where I come and teach you notes to wait again, expectantly, for Me.
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I pray you have the most beautiful, song-filled weekend, girls.