The tracks of His footsteps lead me to His quiet brooks of bliss.
These are the brooks that well up within my spirit as I begin to gaze upon His face.
These brooks of bliss flow from the Father's throne straight into my heart.
He want me here,
Not just for a moment, a few hours, or even a season,
No, He wants me to stop, become familiar, hang out, rest here.
It is here that He restores,
lifts my head,
refreshes my weary soul,
calms the raging storm of emotions within,
nourishes my spirit with Truth...
And miraculously makes everything OK.
This brook of living water is sparkling with hope.
Hope that He, the Giver of this water, is bigger, stronger, greater, and wiser than the circumstance
that surrounds.
These brooks well up into my soul...and birth springtime.
As I partake...
Drink in these waters that He has provided in love...
My mind is renewed as He whispers His endearments and wisdom into my spirit,
Enabling me to have strength and grace for the journey.
Yes, these brooks contain that supernatural ingredient of restoration.
As I rest here...partaking in the provision of His Word,
He reveals a new way of seeing, showing me the bigger picture of my circumstance.
And then...
The joy begins to bubble up as He reveals His grace, His goodness, His favor, His faithfulness,
Yes, even in the midst of the circumstance.
Plant me here God,
Root me here by Your quiet brooks of bliss!
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