He brought me forth also into a broad place. . . ~ps. 18:19
this is the second time this week that i've encountered the image of spaciousness. the first was several days ago when i was wrestling with fear over some words spoken about me. these words predicted a dire future, failure in my friendships and failure to be the kind of woman i hope i'm becoming. they hit hard and swiftly in that tender place deep inside.
i was doubled up in pain, metaphorically speaking. turned in on myself. but then it occurred to me (via the spirit of God, no doubt) that i don't have to live in the dark, cold cave of fear. those death-words do not have the power to create what is real. all i have to do is lift up my eyes, step out of the fear and step into the wide open space where love and hope dwell. there is room there, to breathe and to be, and light from the countenance of the One who loves me best.
when i lift up my face to him, i can safely ask, "do these words fit who you are forming me to be?"
his answer this time? a definitive no.