The Girl in the Meadow

The Girl in the Meadow

The soft tendrils of the meadow flowers glided through her fingers as she made her way through thought-provoking valleys.
Which way to turn?
Which way to go?
She had lost her way in such beauty. The breeze caressed her hair with care…a voice on the wind’s tongue called her. She could not stop; could not wait for those calling behind her…for they did not see what she saw…for where her vision grasped the beauty…others only saw weeds…where she saw hope…others envisioned a desert of darkness.

Not to fear (for the unseeing ones) for she once did not see what she grasps in her vision now…not too long ago she saw darkness and despair. It wasn’t until she called out for help…that a wind with a whisper came a response and a call to take action. As a pounding tremor in her chest grew, she made her way through thick forests of doubt. Trees grasped at her; trying to plant their seeds of fear and death in her mind.
The path grew more precarious and the dread covered her like an old, ratty cloak.
“Help, I cannot do this alone!”
“I am here dear one, listen to My voice. Shed your doubtful cloak and do not water the seeds anymore. Let us destroy the lies with truth. Get up and follow me.”

As she followed the wind, the voice became clearer and began to permeate a shield throughout her. She continues walking and following the voice to this day.

God gave me an image of the girl in the meadow. This girl resembled me but was much stronger on leaning on the “whispering wind” that guided her, than I was with following God.
After I saw this picture, God told me these simple but powerful words: “Keep Running.” I did not name this girl because “she” can be any of us.

“Let us run the race set before us…”

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It wasn’t in the clay or the sand
But the power of Jesus’ hand
It wasn’t the oil or the baptizing water
Not the clay but the Potter
We look to creation to take our woes and illness away
When the Creator is there for you every night and everyday
He who formed you knows what you need
To repent of your past and to know of His deed
He longs to be with you in the good times and the bad
To comfort you, love you, correct you as the Heavenly Dad
So turn to Him, O broken souls
And find healing by giving Him control