Originally by author Emily P Freeman for the US; but I tweaked it a bit for the world because it touched me so much. ❤️
We the people are gonna need a minute.
We the people have to catch our breath.
Because we know the truth but it’s hard to remember in the midst of the headlines and round-the-clock coverage.
In silence, we begin to hear again the familiar rhythm of what we believe.
Our trust rests not upon the shoulders of those who sit in Oval rooms but in the hands of One who lives in human hearts.
You are our hopeful vision.
You are our hearts true home.
Still, the oval-room leaders represent us in the world. Oh that they would hold the office with care, with reverence, and humility.
And may we, the people, do the same.
Even as our eyes are trained on outcomes of our circumstances. May we not forget the ground where we stand with our own tasks before us.
May we hold our own responsibilities with the same care, reverence, and humility we ask from our leaders.
May we use our voice to speak up and stand with even if we stand out.
May we not underestimate the power of a kind word, an open conversation, and a loosely held agenda.
You have made us to bear Your image in the world. You are the Creator, and so we set our minds to create as if it were our highest calling. Because in many ways, it is.
We the people are the mothers, the lovers, the nighttime storytellers. We are the hopers, the fathers, and the harmonizers.
We are the visionaries, the silent supporters, the leaders and the background singers.
We the people are the servants, the musicians, and the politicians; the waiters, the washers, and the obstetricians. We are the thinkers and we are the believers.
We the people are the dust and the brushstroke, the poets and the poetry, the weak empowered, the broken made whole.
We are Your mirrors on earth, the megaphones of Your glory, the hands and eyes and hearts of heaven.
We the people are grieved but not hopeless, brought from darkness into Your light, given a new name, a new future, a new Power alive within us.
You are before all things and You hold all things together.
No matter what unfolds in the days, months and years to come, we the people are still made in Your image and asked to bear that image into the world.
You have told us what is good and what is required of us.
To do justice, to love kindness, And to walk humbly with our God.
May we not forget who lives within, may we cling to the Truth, may we let more people know and taste the Agàpē Love & Grace.
You are the Way, the Truth & the Life.
You didn't come to condemn us - You came to set us free. Let us claim it & change the world. And do it gently yet courageously.
You make me brave
Help me always return to you
when I run away
pull me back
when all feels lost
i wanna stay connected to you
you are my shelter my comfort my joy
give me courage
give me wisdom
help me be kind
help me love
i love You
help me believe that i am loved by You
help me love myself
help me fill my cup
overflow my cup
overflow my cup
so that linked with You, we can heal the world.
I take heart.
I do not fear
I am strong and courageous
I find my worth in God almighty
I am clothed in strength and dignity
I laugh without fear of the future.
It doesn't seem so painful anymore. Until it does. Until it all comes back and it really hurts and you can’t help but be upset. You can’t help wanting to throw a fit; like a child. ‘throwing the toys out the cot” they say. You don't always get your way in fact almost always but sometimes you know we wish that we could, we sometimes want to take control because it makes us feel powerful, it makes us feel in control and oh we feel that we would write a better story.
It’s been four years since my dad was killed in a car accident and it has been a lot of crying, healing, hard questions, growth and transformation. I would be lying if I said there aren't times that I am feeling like I would still rather be who I was even if I've grown from it because at least that would mean I had him back.
I sometimes distance myself, I numb, I think that food, excessive tv, youtube clips or social media; something - anything will help me feel better and I won’t have to deal with it but then I look back up after hours and hours or empty packets and although it felt good, it felt better - it comes back much much worse than it was before.
I’ve had my good moments, my ‘I’m so much closer with Jesus’ moments and those have been incredible and wonderful but I've also had to do a lot of searching of myself, of God, of all of this.
Questions about why it happened and at one point I had the mentality as much as I hated it that I would get that this was a part of God’s great plan for me. That He thought that my dad didn't quite make the cut for the plans and future God had for me.
It hit me later that bad things do happen that are outside of God’s will, that people do perish and in this world we have free will. I believe with all my heart that God works everything together for the good, but He wouldn't have to do that if everything was good, so that means that there is bad, we see it and hear about it everyday.
It healed my heart so much to realise that yes God did allow it to happen but He didn't allow it to happen when my dad decided to go and collect paint that day, God allowed it when He created people and gave us free will because love isn't love if you don't have choice to return that love.
My Ouma (grandma) a few days after the accident saw me crying, she came up to me, sat down and touched my leg. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and through gasped out words the words I had in my head ‘why?’. Why did it happen, the farm, our farm, dads dream. It was starting to bloom, we had moved into the house the day my dads accident happened and thats what it was, it was a freak accident. It was one ‘normal’ day in august, it was two days before my brother and I were to fly home.
There was another time we were all sitting in the garden with family and friends days after the funeral and I heard a motorbike zoom by and for about ten seconds I thought that it was my dad and so I jumped out of my seat and I spun around only to see that it was a worker on my dads motorbike who was in charge for the day. I looked down and saw the faces of my family while they realized what had just gone in my heart. I saw it in their eyes to, this isn't fair, this shouldn't have happened, this isn't how this story was supposed to go.
My therapist once said to me that she thinks I have a healthy perspective on it all, she said that some clients go to the extremes. That some have a horrible way of remembering, that they have nothing but apathy for the person that was in their life. She said that the others have a ‘godlike’ picture and they elevate that person because they take those happy memories and they merge a picture of all the wonderful parts of that person.
She said I had a ‘healthy’ way, that I remembered dads faults and his beautiful parts of his soul and his beautiful parts far outweighed his bad pieces.
I had my mum and a few others say to me that they think I handled it best, that I handled it well. That because I worked through my emotions and talked about dad that somehow I had a better way of grieving
I don’t say these things because I feel like I have it all together, I really don’t. No of us do - I simply share it because no one does it well, no one has the best way. In this life we simply journey along this path called life in our own way and we cling to the hand of Jesus in the midst of it.
And yes he has been that place for me because as I'm sure you well know when the rug of life is pulled out from under you, you tend to stumble and fall. And after a number of attempts you get back up again and say okay I can do another day, it’s okay.. I'm not alone.
But its been hard wrestling with all of it, it’s not like the first few months, or even year that I would wake up in the morning thinking that life was ‘normal’ and then like being punched in the gut and stabbed in the heart I would remember that..no.. life wasn't normal anymore. Yet people still went on with their lives as per usual with the ‘be strong’ and the ‘I’m thinking of you’ comments swung to you in hopes they would land on the pad of your heart and make you feel better.
But thats not the wrestling anymore. I know dads not here anymore. Its not quite so painful, but its still there and that scar can still feel like its been poked, that your heart can still feel jarred and like its bleeding all over the place.
In some ways I know God to be a Father, the one I never knew I needed and in not having dad here it makes it more real and more personal. But you know somedays all I really want is a hug from my dad, a real life bear hug from the man I adored and sometimes feared for reasons I still don't know. He loved me so well, and encouraged and inspired so many and still does to this very day.
Why I am telling you all of this? ..Well because I want you to know you're not alone. We all have questions, doubts and hurts but I promise you there's no greater comfort than bringing all of it, all of your broken pieces to the feet of Jesus.
It’s hard and horrible that our closest times with Him are often the hardest parts of our stories. In which we wish we could rewrite or have them be tossed out all together, but through this mess I've been made to taste what Christ is to me.
There were and still are miracles that surround that time in my life and I couldn't be more thankful for them, I still miss my dad, I always will. I still cry and weep and kick and scream but i feel safer to do that than ever before, in the presence of someone who knows, who sees, who whispers relief to my soul.
I’m still here, you're still here, we’re still doing this thing called life, with all our questions and untold thoughts. I've learned He’s not afraid of my questions, He wants me to come with them and tell Him all and then like He so divinely does - He lavishes us with His love.
Oh sweet friend, He is so compassionate, He suffers and cries with us. The word passion actually means ‘suffering’. I find it incredibly messy and beautiful that our Saviour and Lord steps into our mess, pulls us in close and says ‘I know, me to. But you know what - you’ve got Me and thats where you find your joy, your strength, your hope.'
Just surrender, you're not alone. Just be held, be held by me. You don't have to muster up faith, you simply have to come to my feet and gaze into my eyes, I've always been here, you can come to Me, I long to be with you, take me by the hand, lets walk through it together.
I was listening to a rabbi today - (He is Jewish and doesn't believe that Jesus was the Messiah but he still has a lot of wisdom to offer for Christians, and Non-Christians) He was on the 'typically hazardous' podcast and he said something that really struck me, he was asked a question about what he would say to someone wanting to seek or have a spiritual life and what they should do. His reply (paraphrased) was to go outside, look at nature, stare at the mountains and look at the stars. You don't have to go to Church at first, really think about it. What the meaning of it all is. Look into the eyes of a dog, look into the eyes of someone you love. Learn about yourself. Christians believe we are tripartite beings which means we are made up of 3 parts. Soul, Spirit and Body. 2 parts divine and 1 part physical. Don't deny your divineness. It's a part of you.
Look around, look up, look within.
it's not about finding God in a church, it's knowing that if you surrender, if you let go of the control you think you have & give Him permission to set into your life, your mess. You go to Church because it's community, it's fellowship, it's growing together, it's learning. He sees it all yet He stays, he turns your ashes into beauty. You let his Holy Spirit into your heart, you'll find He is within you, nudging you, loving you and convicting you towards your truest self, your part in Christ. God is within, if you'll simply acknowledge and let Him in. He's everything you ever needed and you'll find in hard times He's everything you ever wanted to. He loves unconditionally, and His reckless grace will leave you completely undone. Life doesn't get better, in fact it can be harder but joy is 'someone's glad to be with you' and who better than the One who made you? The One who sees the best and worst and every in between of you. 👐🏼 He wants to be with you and help, comfort, enable, love and strengthen you in this journey called life.
What we have been created for, what God made us for. It’s everything, it’s beautiful. It’s our Creator getting messy. Picking up dirt and breathing into it and making us, making me. It’s what the world is missing and its what we need to remember its what brings us back. To God, to ourselves, its what enables us to love well and be fully and truly our God-given, breathed in selves thus pouring into the people around us.