the river from His heart

there is a river. flowing from the depths of His heart. streams of love. and compassion. a mighty river. full of grace and life in abundance. a powerful river that flows wherever He wants it to flow. a river of no limitations. those who are planted by the river are being transformed from the inside out. freedom. peace. joy. are some of the fruits that grows by the riverside. but it doesn't happen by chance. you have to choose. to let your roots grow deep close to the river of Him. who chose you first. then He will pour out on you faith. to believe that all things are possible through Him. hope. to stretch forward and grasp the blessings that is already yours in Him. and greatest of all. love. so overwhelming that all you can do is just sit down in awe and adoration to Him who gave His life for you when you turned your back against Him. because He loves you. unconditionally. a love so powerful that it turnes your world up side down. a love that is able to heal every wound and brokenheartedness. a love that enables you to forgive and loose the chains that holds you down. a love strong enough to trust His heart even when you can't see His hands. a love so intense. yet so meek. and at last. all that you desire is to love Him back by loving others as He loves you.

spring time has come...

a new season has arrived. she embraces it joyfully. welcome
new hope. new peace. a new start
a new beginning on something new. expectations. a child's mind
a new chance. new freedom
new Love. more love. deeper love
new relations

it is time for the sun to rise higher on the sky
coldness disappears
snow melts, and all that was hidden underneath appears again. a touch of warm sun beams makes colors out of dirt. colors that live and grow and dance and smell like heaven
ice melts and she can swim in living water

a new time for old jogging shoes. mountains call her name
she is ready to go higher
she is ready to run and dance and be free. she is ready to stand on that mountain top and feel the strong wind trying to lift her up and throw her off the mountain while she is still standing there, confident, as she watches a new sun rise over her home

new revelation
a new song in her heart
a new melody in her spirit. creation is singing together with her
it is time for new life. a time for planting
she never doubt that a tiny little brown seed can become the most beautiful flower ever seen, or give the most delicious fruit ever tasted
mysterious are His ways
that's what makes Him so wonderful

here she is. standing in the middle of it all. with Him who has always been
present
in His presence
like a flower that presses its head above the suface and realizes that it wasn't created to live deep down in the dark, cold soil. but to lift its head above the surface and breathe and live and rejoice and be free and reflect some of the beauty of its creator

spring time has come

.

Barefoot with Him forever

Naked and vulnerable, surrounded by expectations she cannot satisfy. Expectations of what she should do, who she should be, where she should go. Can't they see that she already is? Feeling miserable, but victorious. Feeling week, but strong. Can't they see that she is standing? Snow falls from heaven, makes everything look white and pure and light and easy. How can something so completely dark and lifeless become so amazingly wonderful? Because of Him. That's just how He is.

The sun kisses a wounded earth. She stretches her thin beams of light down and touches everything that is good and painful, makes it shine. Dark and cold have to flee when touched by the light that can't keep itself from transforming dead winter- landscapes into shining pearls that softens the hearts of everyone that sees the little wonder that surrounds them completely. All things she has seen makes her believe Him for all that she hasn't yet seen.

Soon she will take off her shoes and walk barefoot on the shore. The sharp stones will cut through her soft skin and make her bleed. Huge waves will crush towards her nakedness and wash away some of the pain she is carrying in her heart, so that she can be able to love more. She will follow the footsteps in the sand until the sun puts heaven and ocean on fire. Then she will sit down with her nakedness in the shallow water and listen to the wind that sings with the waves and makes miracle- music that gently covers her soul. She will close her eyes while her heart looks right into His face. All the things that kept Him on a distance is left behid, finally she can touch. Only a glimpse of His eyes will heal her wounds, and she will continue walking barefoot with Him forever...

Sometimes...

sometimes we have to fall to know why we should stand
sometimes we need to bow to be able to rise
sometimes we have to be wounded to receive healing
sometimes we must go away, so we can come home
sometimes we have to get lost so that we can be found
sometimes we need to die, so we can know how to live
sometimes we have to listen to be able to speak
sometimes we have to be hurt to be able to love
sometimes we need to be lonely so we can value true friendship
sometimes we have to be apart to know why we should stay together
sometimes we must be hungry, so we can be filled
sometimes we have to feel war to know what peace is
sometimes we must be a prisoner, so we can be free
sometimes we have to experience what is wrong, to know what is righteousness
sometimes we have to discover the small things to understand that there is something bigger
sometimes we need to see, so that we can know
and sometimes, we have to believe