These Things Take Time

“These things take time, My child”, He whispered into my soul.


Chaotic. Restless. These would be the words best describing me right now.

First thing on my mind: creativity. I’m desperately trying to create my own style in the words being written, the pictures being taken, the songs being composed, the videos being stitched together. I’ve been very frustrated lately with finding my own way of expressing things. Being the younger sibling, I’ve always admired my older sister, and I’ve always wanted to be like her. Now I’m torn between my style and hers, copying her work and finding my own.

Secondly, simply missing said sister. I keep remembering the days when we would take a sunset drive into town to pick up a chicken ranchero pizza, all while listening to our favorite songs. I have a hard time listening to those tunes now, mostly because all I can think of is the fact that those times will never happen again. From staying up late watching Netflix and eating bagel bites, to taking adventures together like we used to. With her now living across the states, those days are gone, and oh how that hurts.

It takes time to heal.

It takes time to grow, too.

Everything takes time.

And as I was overwhelmed with all of this last night, God ever so sweetly spoke to my soul and said, “These things take time, My child.”

He has reminded me so many times over the past few weeks of His steadfast love. One day I stood and watched the sunset as the moon shone bright behind me. I watched as blush streaked the deep purple sky and the stars began to sprinkle the heavens. Then a soft wind came suddenly and warmly greeted me and all I could think was the everlasting embrace of our Father. The way He loves us. The way He caresses our spirit and holds us and sends breezes to kiss our faces. The way He paints the sky for us each day, the way He cares for His creation. The way He holds us in the midst of everything.

No matter what, I will always speak of the truth that God has never forsaken me. Through the chaos. Through the restlessness. Through the process of healing, the process of growing. Even when I stumble, even when my heart is saddened at night by old memories, even in the middle of all of this, God is still holding me and that is simply amazing.

Sisters.

Everything takes time. It takes time to overcome struggles. It takes time to heal from old wounds. It takes time to grow in your faith.

So breathe.

Let go.

Find peace in the fact that God doesn’t let go of the ones He loves.

Be strong and courageous, dear hearts, for the Lord our God is with us. He will be there through it all. 

I can never escape from Your Spirit! I can never get away from Your presence! If I go up to heaven, You are there; if I go down to the grave, You are these. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there Your hand will guide me, and Your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night – but even in the darkness I cannot hide from You. To You the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you. You made all the delicate inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank You for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in Your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are Your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, You are still with me! {Psalm 139:7-18, emphasis added}

Sweet friend.

He has cared for your soul from the beginning.

He has loved you with an everlasting love.

He won’t abandon you now.

Our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee. {Augustine}

xo, Jessi

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