THE SOUND OF HEAVEN FOR YOUR LIFE

Quiet your eyes.

Quite the part of you that is still looking here, and there, and everywhere, in order to know how to be.

Quiet the restless piece of you which wants to ensure enough is done. That it’s done right. That you’re keeping up. And that everyone can see that you matter. Your work is significant. Of value. Look at me!

“Look at me being!”

“Watch how I dance!”

“Watch me preen + twirl for you; see how

I spin, and sway, and spin, and

keep on spinning, until eventually –

I am just a blur.”

A blur where once there were dreams so big

and grand,

heaven itself celebrated them, and sent

angel armies to equip you in them!

Why?

Because it was the sound of heaven,

released through you.

And yet,

you did not wait for the unfolding.

Your eyes could not stay on things above.

You wanted to see results now, gosh darn it, and the circumstances had to line up to make sense, to YOU.

“Look how pretty it is God!”, you cried, maybe once or twice. 

“Look what I made, isn’t it good?”

But really you just … cried. 

Because deep down you knew you had chosen a prize born of good, of satisfying your soul and yet even that somehow never quite … worked.

And all the while the heartbeat God had put in you still strummed.

Still beat.

And His invite still stood.

To walk in, be fed in, and possess the land He prepared for you.

“Will you leave the rest behind?” He asks.

“Where we are going,

these things can’t come.”

The things you made. Depended on. Expected from. And were bound by. 

Which had no life.

“You build yourselves pretty little castles,” He said,

“and then you are trapped in them.”

It is heartbreaking.

Devastating.

Tragic.

To be the artist.

Leader.

Messenger.

And voice.

Called to be forged in the fire by God who made you, and to release a thing supernaturally alive, and yet –

just … not.

“Dance little puppet, dance,” calls the world.

“And keep on doing, you’re very nearly ALMOST there! Just the rest of your life, and you’ll make it, that’s right!”

Yet God stands before you.

The hand of Jesus outstretched.

“Come to the place I prepared for you, and finally just let go of

the rest.”

Yes it can be this simple.

Yes there is still time.

Yes all He has for you awaits you.

And yes it is worth it to leave everything you fought to make it,

which never filled you,

never truly fuelled you,

and never could feed you,

behind.

As you return,

to the sound of heaven for your life.

Katrina.