I am so humbled.
My God sees me, and takes care of me. Not only my needs, but also the little whispers of my heart. And He does it in such a way that leaves nothing for me to do but smile and accept. It comes about in such a natural and supernatural way, I’m breathless in awe.
He gives me sunshine. Sunshine that seems to seep into my very soul and brighten the darkest depths. The warmth refreshes and comforts. Sunshine is my therapy.
For so many years I’ve dreamed of playing guitar. Of owning, understanding and my fingers knowing what to do. Through my Dad He gave me a guitar. He blessed me with a friends who are majorly talented in music and know how to teach it.
He gave me music and a guitar.
For my life He has given me the desire and love for people. I’ve contemplated taking courses for biblical counseling. But nothing fit. Now I am going to a school that suits my schedule and even comfort zone to an extent. And He brought it about. I didn’t go seeking it.
He blessed me with classes and people around.
There were years I didn’t have friends. During that sweet and difficult time He became my very dearest friend and very closest confident. But now He has given me friends who are interested in the same things, who are like-minded. Friends that come through and stick around.
He showed me love and grace with people. He has given friends to fellowship with.
He has cultivated a love of His creation. He has taught me to delight in the things He created for me. Birds, sun, stars and the loveliness of the beach.
He’s given me courage to rest in the moment and blessed me with the thought to revel in the moments.
He listens to me.
Did you get that?
He listens to me.
Brittany Dembeck.
The girl who messed up in a conversation yesterday. The one who let her temper get the best of her. The silly person who was trying to change who God has created her to be. The one who doubted God and His ability in her life and promises given. Who doesn’t fully believe she’s good enough for where He has her, or the path He’s showing her.
And still, He listens to me.
Listens and responds.
He whispers ‘there’s grace for that.’
He gently speaks ‘let that go My beloved, that is not for you to carry.’
He states firmly, ‘they do not have that power to speak those things over your life.’
He speaks to my heart, ‘I have plans for you. Bigger and better than you can even think of or imagine. Keep dreaming My love.’
He even listens to the whispers of my heart. The prayers I do not have the courage or faith to even utter, or maybe even acknowledge to myself. He hears them, and answers as though they were spoken aloud with complete faith.
I am gracestruck.
My God sees me, and takes care of me. Not only my needs, but also the little whispers of my heart. And He does it in such a way that leaves nothing for me to do but smile and accept. It comes about in such a natural and supernatural way, I’m breathless in awe.
He gives me sunshine. Sunshine that seems to seep into my very soul and brighten the darkest depths. The warmth refreshes and comforts. Sunshine is my therapy.
For so many years I’ve dreamed of playing guitar. Of owning, understanding and my fingers knowing what to do. Through my Dad He gave me a guitar. He blessed me with a friends who are majorly talented in music and know how to teach it.
He gave me music and a guitar.
For my life He has given me the desire and love for people. I’ve contemplated taking courses for biblical counseling. But nothing fit. Now I am going to a school that suits my schedule and even comfort zone to an extent. And He brought it about. I didn’t go seeking it.
He blessed me with classes and people around.
There were years I didn’t have friends. During that sweet and difficult time He became my very dearest friend and very closest confident. But now He has given me friends who are interested in the same things, who are like-minded. Friends that come through and stick around.
He showed me love and grace with people. He has given friends to fellowship with.
He has cultivated a love of His creation. He has taught me to delight in the things He created for me. Birds, sun, stars and the loveliness of the beach.
He’s given me courage to rest in the moment and blessed me with the thought to revel in the moments.
He listens to me.
Did you get that?
He listens to me.
Brittany Dembeck.
The girl who messed up in a conversation yesterday. The one who let her temper get the best of her. The silly person who was trying to change who God has created her to be. The one who doubted God and His ability in her life and promises given. Who doesn’t fully believe she’s good enough for where He has her, or the path He’s showing her.
And still, He listens to me.
Listens and responds.
He whispers ‘there’s grace for that.’
He gently speaks ‘let that go My beloved, that is not for you to carry.’
He states firmly, ‘they do not have that power to speak those things over your life.’
He speaks to my heart, ‘I have plans for you. Bigger and better than you can even think of or imagine. Keep dreaming My love.’
He even listens to the whispers of my heart. The prayers I do not have the courage or faith to even utter, or maybe even acknowledge to myself. He hears them, and answers as though they were spoken aloud with complete faith.
I am gracestruck.