Inside. Right deep in the core of your tummy. A feeling that makes you nauseous. The whole body feels like it’s a minor tremor. Worry.
The thought processes whirl without trying. Before you know it every set scenario is formatting creating the deeper physical feeling that brings one into a diminished state.
Mother would comment, ‘here comes the waterworks’.
Society sees a smile and a gentle demeanour.
The boss bemoans your sensitivity but shouts anyway.
The worry of imperfection stares back at you offering failure and disappointment.
She should know by now!
The world spins and her world dances its chaos around it.
Be who you most deeply are.
Emily P Freeman writes.
Uncover the shape of your soul, turn down the voice of the inner critic and move into the world with courage to be who you most deeply are.
She pens the words into her notebook writes it down without looking. Knows each letter off by heart.
She wants to be that girl.
She wants to be the girl whose soul is confident in whom and whose she is.
Unforced Rhythms of grace.
The Message echoes the words.
She writes them down. They too are scribbled into her mind. She knows them off by heart.
A word in. A word out.
Slowly she hears the melody playing. The song with words that heal. She the believer. A woman who holds the capacity to breathe the Holy Spirit fire.
Corrie ten Boom defined worry as ‘a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a centre of fear.’
She echoes back the words
Perfect love casts out fear.
She hears the preach.
The words bang loud.
Louder than the other words.
YOU COULD NOT BE LOVED MORE.
Something is silenced inside of her.
Be most deeply who are.
All the words string together like a pearl necklace. One of great price.
A deep cost of redemption.
No need to worry.
She knows she will quiver.
She knows she will still cry.
She knows she will feel the ache of living.
She knows that the Love that chose to step out and bring redemption pure and true. Is Hers.
You Unravel Me
With A Melody
Surround Me With
I rescue you because I loved you.
She hears the story. But it’s spoken with the unforced rhythms
She writes the post script. For she is forever growing in this journey of self awareness and surrender. In her Examen under Presence, she writes;
Sometimes we experience sadness, hear it, then we carry it, the whole bucket full. We pray, yet continue to carry the worry and sadness. Hands full. Jesus came to carry the load. Its the daily habit forming hard work. Tools to equip. Surrender.
Let’s write it out. Read it. Habit it into our thinking and our coffee moments and our ordinary days.
Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with me
and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.
Word in, word out.
Love Rach x
To Unsplash photographers
To the pastors and worship leaders who talk and sing of grace at Chroma Church.
To Emily P Freeman
To my readers and encouragers
To my editor and husband.
Thank You all for journeying with me.
All glory to Father Son and Holy Spirit.