...like a weaned child.

oh the joys of spontaneous living.
oh the joys of having a savior.

the beginning stages of this journey have been delayed by my own insecurities, but the Lord is gracious to his children. praise him.
I have been home now for a little over a month (wheres home you ask? St.Augustine,Florida), and blessed i am, and i humbly receive this time of rest. Funny how he knows what we need, when we need it.

I am still very heavily involved with Youth With A Mission(YWAM) located in Maui, Hawaii.. but currently, the Lord has me sitting on a shelf, basking in his very presence.

i love seasons.
and currently, i am in the most breath takingly gorgeous season of.... silence.

silence |ˈsīləns| noun complete absence of sound

and silence it is.
to describe, it is the most stunning, yet most confusing season the lord has ever had me walk through... not to mention extremely challenging...

i love noise.
it brings comfort to me. music, talking, phone, tv, ipod, etc..

and my most gorgeous Lord is starting to reveal to me a glimpe of this puzzle..
allow me to divulge.

psalm 131
"O Lord, my heart is not lifted up;
my eyes are not raised too high;
i do not occupy myself with things too
great and too marvelous for me
but i have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with my mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me"

wean 1 |wēn| verb [ trans. ] accustom
• accustom (someone) to managing without something on which they have become dependent or of which they have become excessively fond

and this is exactly what the Lord is doing to my heart....
Bringing me to a place where all of my springs are in him. He is taking me to a beautiful place of getting accustomed to listening to him, to depend on him, and trust the voice of my Shepherd.

silence.

and when we decide that its the Lords voice that is most important, above the safety and comfort of noise..
he truly begins to speak.

psalm 81:7
"in distress you called, and I delivered you,
I answered you in the secret place of thunder:
I tested you in the waters of Maribah"

The lord longs for us.. he is wooing us to the secret place.. into the very chambers of his heart..
all for the purpose to speak to us.
whoa.

he speaks to us in the secret place of thunder.

and this is exactly where im at. a place of holy confinement, solitude, retreat, basking in his presence, being still, not being anxious, and being obedient to what he says to me.

why is he doing this?
all for the sake of his kindgom, and not to mention that he adores me, and wants to draw me in to such an intimate loving relationship with him.

so i choose him. i choose to call upon my savior, my raboni, my heavenly husband.



these sentences speak the very heart of such occasion.. josh garrels is truly a man after the Lords own heart

"if only we speak when must
a hush of heart becomes good treasure
kept in a place without system of measure
but as real as an undying love
subtley discerning what comes from above
to that which cannot be sustained
the reason of rain will bring labor pain
but its end will be joy in the harvest
when beauty is seen in the soul
to plow through the rock and coal
is to find the rarest diamond here
from year of the heaviest pressure
pain
produce
perserverance
purged"

o the good lord is faithful, and his name be praised. For he is good in all seasons... and i am mere dust who has been given freedom. Look at my shape and see his hand, look at my face and see his radiance. For i love God and thats all i know.

all to him,
Brit