Tuesdays Unwrapped {i want to see}

I peer out the window of my soul. I can see God all around. It is evident He is here. I see His hand everywhere -- the creation, the color, and the beauty. But yet the silence is deafening.

If you are here God, I want to see.

I want to see your hand mightily in my life.
I want to see you majestically make yourself known.
I want to see answered prayers.
I want to see lives change.

I'm watching and waiting . . . I want to see.

I want to see YOU.

Linking up with Emily at Chatting at the Sky for Tuesdays Unwrapped as we celebrate the moment of today.

Tuesdays Unwrapped {budding plants}

I'm joining in over at Chatting at the Sky for Tuesdays Unwrapped. Come join in, link up, and let's unwrap the lovely, messy, and unexpected.

I had just got off the phone from the third person in one day contemplating quitting and giving up on their leadership roles in ministry. But this call was different. There were many questions. Many heart-hurts laying beneath the surface. A true new awareness that maybe they were a leader and it was frightening.


I couldn't help myself so I retreated to my computer. I needed to clarify some of my words. I needed to encourage once more as I clicked on email. What could I say that would help? What would I say that might make a difference?


And I started . . . 


"I would never speak for you for I don't know your hearts struggles. But what you expressed today - looking from the outside - I see someone who needs to spend a multitude of time with God, not instead of ministry, but because of ministry. You are a leader. You have much to offer. You always have, you just don't see it. 


You are a fighter. You are called. To move on and become who you were MEANT TO BE. Yes, it will be a struggle. So, just take some days to breath, to rest in God. To let Him heal those places that need healing. Let God reaffirm those promises He has spoken to the still of your soul. 
You are but a budding new plant bursting out of the soil. I always wonder how that must hurt - a small fragile green stem pushing up the weight of dry soil. I ponder over the strength of that little plant as it grows through the hard thick places of dark dirt. At each new season, we are but budding plants. Today, you are budding. You can burst forth, if you so chose."


The gift is we are resillient. God made us just as strong as the budding plant that can push through the hard crusty clods of dirt, if we hang on long enough and keep striving. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it's uncomfortable. Yes, it is beautiful!


Maybe you need an extra push today to keep on. Maybe you need encouragement. Maybe you need the gift of budding plant. I pray you find the strength to spring forth here.