I see you through the curtains drawn,
knees held close, a vacant stare.
Release of breath with no response,
to silent cries that fill the air.Dock

 

Be still I hear your cry.
Be still I know your pain.
Be still and hear my voice.
Be still and know my name.

I see you in this wilderness,
restless in your solitude.
Searching in an endless maze,
desperate for a glimpse of truth.

Be still I hear your cry.
Be still I know your pain.
Be still and hear my voice.
Be still and know my name.

I am your prince of Peace,
your portion,
now and always.
Retreat from all the noise and you will find me.
You will find me.

Be still I hear your cry.
Be still I know your pain.
Be still and hear my voice.
Be still and know my name.

Let my love infuse your soul,
disintegrate this shroud of lies.
I am your sustaining strength,
rest in me a little while.

I am your sustaining strength,
rest in me a little while.

Rest in me a little while.

Hannah Oberlin, Karen Trigg & Megan Pifer

 

Where I’ve been. Where I’ve wrestled. Where I’ve lived.

Three steps out, two steps back. Or so it seems. A new dance. A least I am on the floor.

Through these curtains I’ve glimpsed two women who have given me the courage to write today.

To begin again.

Their written words have breathed life and courage and hope into places that are growing cold and distant.

One, a young beautiful Mama of three. Facing her fears head on and in doing so, daily defeating the enemy.

This Mama recently let her words flow in the midst of fear, uncertainty and no absolutely no guarantees. As she made her journey on the long road between East and West Tennessee to her final destination of Saint Jude Hospital for children she quoted the words of a dear friend “Confession disarms the devil”. It’s why she chose to write in the midst of the terrifying uncertainty. You can read more of her story of clinging to truth in her journey here at Garland & Pendant. 

The courage and transparency with which she wrote as she sought with all she had to disarm the enemy spoke volumes to me. It spoke deeply to the woman with curtains drawn. Drawn because I don’t know what happened that day in February at the hospital bedside. I thought I heard God whisper and I trusted the whisper. But – – – I’ve never felt so far from him. I can’t seem to find my way out. “Confession disarms the devil”. I confess today I have no ability to get it right. To get to the place where I feel safe again in God’s presence. It’s not my doing. It’s His. Did I do anything that first day I knew His presence? The certainty that He was with me? No.

Another Mama, beautiful, compassionate, full of a big love for others. A love that encompasses everything thing she does and everything she touches, left her earthly home yesterday for an eternity spent face to face with Jesus. Kara Tippets is a woman I never met. I emailed with her after a friend shared her blog with me. We shared a common thread; love for others, investing in a way that leaves our lives, hearts and homes open to impacting others through loving them well. Believing it’s what God calls us to.

As I followed her days at Mundane Faithfulness the last two years I’ve always been drawn to Jesus. Always. No matter what she faced in battling cancer she always let us see her struggle. Her desperate desire to remain here and be with her love and her littles and those she loved so dearly. To be present for the sweet moments, the hard moments, the tender moments and the joys of all that life holds. She let us hear and feel the gut wrenching tension in the battle but she always, always led us back to her resting place. Jesus. Her all. Her Sustainer. Her Strength. I’ve needed to see Jesus. Many days it has been through her words that I could taste and see.

It’s because of these two women I put my fingers to the keys today with no plan, no eloquence.

I’m returning to something God drew my heart to in the very beginning. Desperate to fight this battle against the enemy of my soul.

In returning and rest…rest in me a little while

As you read...

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14 comments on “Curtains drawn”

  1. My friend,

    This is some of your most beautiful writing, these words that fall painful and authentic and slide into our hearts with an exquisite Grace none of us may ever fully comprehend.

    Thank you for returning. Your words matter.

    XO

  2. Thank you Karen, for coming back to writing again.
    I see you in this wilderness,
    restless in your solitude.
    Searching in an endless maze,
    desperate for a glimpse of truth
    These words spoke to me today, as I am reading the one year chronological Bible and today, The Israelite crossed into the promise land after being in the wilderness for forty years. I, like the Israelite’s, get lost in the wilderness and to hear, “I am your prince of Peace, your portion, now and always.” brings rest to me.

  3. Whether curtain-veil open for a peek or sash flown up and shutters shoved wide, you are “on the floor” and you are beautiful. Dance, sister. I love your words. I love you!

    • Lisa,
      I hope you are doing well. Thank you for taking time to read and comment. I would love to hear what it speaks to you.

  4. I, too, am fearful of letting people in…guilty of holding stuff close, and also dealing with subjects that may need to be kept close in some ways. I hear every piece of what you are saying and I am so so encouraged and inspired by your authenticity. I love you so much and can’t think of a better way to have woken up this morning than to these words of courage. So thankful for women in the body of Christ and getting to witness faith walking out into the unknown 😉

    • Sarah,
      You and your family minister to me as I watch you walk out what God has laid on your hearts. I am so grateful to call you friends! I love that we’ve grown up together.
      miss you…till we sit on the leather again
      much love

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