Abba’s Arms

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Abba’s Arms

Little girl woke up with a question on her heart. Little girl often had questions but it was a bit unusual for her to wake up with a question this deep.

“Do you promise, Abba? Do you promise?”

The question kept running around in little girl’s heart and mind upon waking and as she got out of bed. Little girl couldn’t wait to run straight to Abba to tell him about her question. She jumped out of bed and ran to the place Abba sat and waited for her every morning.

“Abba!” little girl said almost breathless, “Do you promise? Abba, do you promise? I can’t quit thinking about it, Abba.”

“Good morning, sweet girl. Come and sit in my lap,” he said as he picked her up and set her in the place on his lap she had found to be the safest and most wonderful place in the whole world.

Once little girl was on his lap, the question faded from her mind. She laid her head on his chest and let her heart be stilled.

“Little girl, I love you so. Forever and ever I’ll love you! I’ve loved you since before you were born. What was your question, my beautiful girl?”

Little girl turned to look up at Abba as he spoke these words that were full of life for little girl’s heart. Upon seeing Abba’s eyes that held eternity inside of them, little girl turned back around and just let herself be held in Abba’s arms where the promise made itself known.

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Take Your Place

Take your place, my love
Follow after me

Are you weary?
Are you broken?
Are you unsure and insecure?
Come after Me
Run after Me, My love

I never expected you to be ready and righteous
When I came after you
I never expected you to know what I wanted from you
When I chased you down

Run after Me, My beloved, My fair one
Better than life is my love
Better than the finest wine
Am I

I await you
I will not tarry
I wait for you
My love
My dove
My fairest one

Today, run to me
This day, come to me
My love is better, greater, higher
Than you could ever imagine

Desire

Desire
Long ago pushed aside
Given up on
Put asunder as not to create
Frustration, or desperation
Too deep to bear

Desire
No thank you
Leave me to be where I am
Let me be thankful for what I have
Rather than longing for what I’ve lost

He looks down,
His eyes penetrating this heart
That His hands fashioned,
“It’s not too much, love.
The deep within
Given by Me,
Buried by you.
It’s not too pressed down,
Not too far gone
That it can’t be known again.”

Surrender,
An open heart and
an open life,
Nothing to lose
Nothing to hide

How can I possibly
Let my heart die
and at the same time
Say You’re alive

An institutionally-prepared religion
Upholding words, withholding heart
To ones desperately seeking,
to those crying out
Never what it (or I) was meant to be

Heartache births hope afresh
Brokenness draws You near
Let desire within,
Erupt into life without
That many may see
And that I may believe

#februaryfreewrite

Waiting

The stirrings inside
Moving, waiting, hoping
Tumultuous but calming again
What is coming
What shall come

Expectant I wait
And trust
And hope
And pray
Desperate prayers

Remembering
Hoping
That You still see
You still move
And You’re still answering

A light at my feet
Just enough
To take a step
But only one step forward
At a time

You know
Oh God
You know
My hope
And my expectation
I wait for You
The One who knows
Me so well
And loves me so completely

#februaryfreewrite

A Hope Within

A hope within
A life to live
A soul full

Letting go of that which weakens,
diminishes and eventually dies
Taking hold of that which strengthens,
builds, and breathes new life

That which is given
I receive
That which is taken
I let go

Wisdom taking hold
Revelation pressing down
Waiting for response, movement, affirmation

I respond,
I look up to the mountains from where my help comes
My hands on my eyes
“Let me see, O God!”
My hands on my ears
“Please, let me hear your voice!”
“My heart, Abba, oh this heart,
Keep it Abba. Keep this heart close to you all of my days.
Let me always be close to you.
Let me know You
and let me comprehend your ways.”

linking up with #FMF

Abba Father

You
and then me

You
running after me
coming after me
chasing me down

You
calling out my name
reminding me who I am
of who I belong to

“Daughter,” you said.
I turned around astonished
Almost asking who you were,
as if I didn’t know
Yet that word, that one word caught my heart off guard

“Daughter,” you said again.
“Abba, is that you? Abba Father, is that you?” I said, as if my eyes were blind
and I could not see
In a fatherless world of perfectionism
and survival of my soul
My breath nearly left me
My soul was shaking

I knew this One
I had heard about Him all of my life
And hoped the stories were true
I knew Him
Deep within I knew
“Abba Father, thank God You’re real and You came. You came for me.”
With these words I ran to Him
My heart wide open
into His arms wide open

This daughter
Full of grief
Heart bleeding
Hurting so deeply
And angry, so angry
That he had been taken
The father I’d always hoped to get to know left this life
No stable ground
Anywhere

Loss untold
and grief beyond understanding
As it goes

And only You
Only You
My Abba Father
Could relieve this suffering
Only you could heal this broken heart
Only you could remove the shame and darkness
That dampened my soul for more years than I wish to recall

Abba Father
You father the fatherless
You comfort the motherless
You answer the cries of the brokenhearted
and you heal the wounded soul

Astounding
Incomprehensible
Mystery Unimaginable

May my life be the song of love I sing back to you
Because you’ve given me life and you’ve been so kind
Gratitude and thanksgiving this day I choose

#februaryfreewrite

Running on the Hills

Credit to @deskgram/i_just_fly_the_drone

Abba’s house came into sight and little girl’s feet went from a brisk gait to a near sprint as she approached home from a long day’s walk. She had walked up and down the beautiful rolling hills for hours that had seemed like days. She had encountered and learned many things that Abba had told her about.

From Abba’s porch when she had sat on Abba’s lap she had only seen the hills from a distance and the magnitude of their height and their depth had been lost on little girl. Of course, that was soon after she had met Abba and had begun to realize she was home and that Abba was faithful and would never forget her nor leave her alone.

As she saw home from that little distance after a day away, where she had taken in new and wonderful things, she also saw Abba. He was waiting for her just where she’d bid him goodbye. As she saw Him again and ran towards Him, she realized how much she had missed Him and how thankful she was to be back home.