Led and Worn

She came to me, heart aching, this has been a long journey for her too.  A growing journey.  A learning journey.  She learned how prayer builds bridges.  She learned how crying hearts can hold each other up, pointed to heaven.  She learned... how to strum the six melodic strings of a simple little guitar.  To strum them where tunes carry recognition and voice can be entwined to make beautiful song.

She spoke slowly at first, the conversations with God weighing heavy on her heart.  "I feel Led to sing a song for the congregation the Sunday before we leave."

Led.

She only glimpsed led before we left the Big Sky state 8 months before.  Now she touched the robe of her savior, knowing all hope, all healing, all guidance came at that hem... led by Him. 

I encouraged her to give me a preview, a mother's heart wanting to protect her budding artist.  What if she isn't good enough?  What if she isn't ready.  How do I help her.  I couldn't let her know what I thought... but I had to know if she was ready.  Surely 4 months of practice didn't make her ready... yet.

Her fingers clasped the hard plastic of her favored Nashville pick purchased with her own saved pennies and dollars at one particular turning point on this long long journey.  Hands strummed, voice lifted, this mother's eyes could not stay dry.  When did my little girl become a young lady... a beautiful song- heart stirring- Christ-centered lady?

I blinked, moments and years trickled down my cheek.  It is beautiful... I pledged help to see her feet step up on stage.

Others pledged and drew up alongside as well...

A Christ-centered woman encouraged a right heart the day before God's glory shined through to a congregation.

Little sister listened on as practice and pre-show performance in the home of a friend reminded us all of the treasure God had placed within our midst.

The day came.  Soundboard issues and feedback aside, she lifted her eyes and heart to be used by Him... to speak words to a congregation both for and from.  Her young years masked by ages of experience.  Dry eyes were few when she finished.

This journey which has brought us to a new home has made us all weary.  A good weary.  A great-is-our-God-I-will-weary-myself-for-Him... weary.  So we all sing with her young voice....

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

 It was a hard worn which transformed... a revitalizing worn which has marked.  I pray the weathered and worn places in your life will find renewal and re-birth in His hands and prayers lifted in hope.

Blessings,

 

  

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