Transformation in Solitude..

A winning pair.

As one said.. “Solitude is the furnace of transformation”

(Now.. Be Still…)

Come with me my Soul..

And let us rest for awhile.

For deep within, lies so much pain..

Fearful and trembling I discover again the old self..

And with a strong aversion

I cry..

“Old self! What want you from me?”

(Be still…)

So say I to my Soul ..

“Oh, that I had wings like a dove!

I would fly away and be at rest.

Indeed, I would wander far off

And remain in the wilderness..

“.. I would hasten my escape From the windy storm and tempest.”

(Be Still…)

But no.. No!!

Right here..

Now listen ..

I hear the Words of His mouth..

Smoother than butter..

But war in his heart..

His words were softer than oil..

Yet they were swords..

Drawn.. ready for battle..

For me..

And on my behalf..

“Cast your burden on Me..” Says He..

“And I will do the rest..”

Hence, need I then any escape?

My Soul and I have found Him, in whom we can trust..

He whom we can put our weight on..

He will not suffer us to be moved.

Together.. my Soul and I have discovered sweet release..

Wilderness is not an option

We are safe in Beulah.

-Annie