withholding his beauty.

oh the exhilaration and freedom that comes with our heavenly father shutting up our empty words. When we come to embrace the silence of our flesh and begin to speak with the breath from the heavens. Oh the joy and the spontaneous combustion that follows when our overflow becomes like fire and we are bursting and burning with an all consuming love for the holy one and all that his name means... refinement, burning, pain, perseverance, love, life.... salvation.

oh the uncertainty but the consistent assurance.

trusting. waiting. watching.

the beauty of not knowing, but trusting his beautiful hands, waiting for a completion..
knowing the tides will change
the earth will rotate
the new season will come.

there will be a harvest, there will be fruit, there will be a fulfillment of the promise of my Savior.

watch and pray, wait and listen, seek and pay attention.

oh my life and all of the uncertainties. but isnt that the excitement of it all? God is not boring, and he is perfect in timing. I know that he will release his beauty when the hands of that clock ring right. I know this, and im holding on to my justifier, because he is the creator of my cause.