When Life Doesn't Make Sense // He Has Moreنموونە

Go Forward, Girl

Lean back, now. I’ve got you. I circle my arms around you. I know what this day holds. A few twists and turns. A disappointment. A moment of beauty. A caress of your heart. (Yes, that’s Me.) I hold your heart.

Do you want your love for Me to grow? Do you want to live fearlessly, completely, surrounded by Me, with Me? Can you go ahead into new territory knowing you are not alone? Can your feet find the steps, your lungs the fresh air, your heart the pace I set? 

I am with you. 

You say ‘yes’ to where I call you and, of course, I am in it with you. 

You do not go alone.

The only risk, then, is not trusting Me, not believing in my sovereignty, my arms around you, my whisper in your ear. (It is the ear of your heart, my dear.)

Go. Go forward, not back. Go. Do not stay in the old place. I am always creating newness, removing the old roots and pruning branches so that new growth sprouts and green shoots see the sun.

There is always blooming planned. Never stagnation. Never stunted growth. Never dried up soil and neglected branches withering alone. Oh, girl, you will bloom and your glory will shine and you will see my face. And now, with my arms around you, you are set to bloom. 

Here, with Me, wherever you go, in all the ways you say ‘yes’ and let my tending to you occur, the blooming is taking place—and there is only more blooming to come. 

I give you what you need, my daughter. Say ‘yes’, not ‘no’. Go forward, not back. 

Let your roots in Me deepen, and I pull you, in all your possibility, forth.