God speaks to me through my ipod.
Sometimes you have those days. Days that you spend in a rut, replaying everything in your life that you haven’t quite been able to get past. I had one of those days yesterday, 75% spent in tears and 25% percent of it trying to sleep through them. The tears of a heart that had been chewed up and spit out by countless undeserving souls. A heart that can’t forgive itself. A heart that didn’t know where to begin to fill the deep holes that riddled it.
But there is a place that only love can go.
That was the lyric that rang in my ear after accidentally activating my shuffle function.
Since the beginning of my trip I have been in constant prayer for direction, presence, freedom and everything else I was convinced that I needed most.
I had overlooked the most pressing, and simplest thing that I had been dying to feel, love.
Love to fill the canyons in heart that I tried so desperately to fill with everything and anything I could find.
Love to pursue me, unwaveringly, and hold me close.
Love to reach down and breathe life into the places in my heart that I had shut down years ago, or wasn’t even aware existed.
Love to completely envelop me and bring with it the presence, direction and freedom I’d been searching for.
And He loves me so much, He made me a mix tape.
If that doesn’t make a girl blush, I don’t know what could.
