The Voice Speaks

The voice speaks, but do I listen. I know His love is pure, but I doubt His hand that guides me. Why do I allow myself to stand in the way of the One who knows my depths? He knows the timing of my marriage. He knows what makes me giggle and grin. He knows the words that wound my heart and the brave face I wear is simply my mask that covers my writhing pain. He is gracious and sweet to me. He takes His hand and puts it on the small of my back, then looks deep into my eyes and says speak my child for I am listening. I open my mouth and speak He hears. Ah, what is this? He has brought in my friends to listen as I speak of the pain in my heart. They hear, but do not run. They speak His word to my heart. They say that I am precious and that I have value. I am worthy of life and I am worthy to be loved. I do not have to walk in fear of condemnation or disapproval. I am approved of by the One who created me I have life abundantly and with out shame. I will dance before my king and not be ashamed. I will speak wisely and not get caught up in foolish talk pertaining to opinions or earthly concerns. I will concern myself with the things of God and know that He has said I am beautifully and wonderfully made.

Dear God, search my heart and find the offensive ways in me, then open my eyes to them so that they may be banished from Your presence, from my life. You are the One who has brought me out of the muck and mire. I declare this night that I will walk in your truth and in your light. I choose to know that you are my God and My life, that because you are in me, I have nothing to fear and no one can question my value. Thank you. I love you!