Timing Not of Our Own

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Last night I fell asleep earlier than normal. I woke up and looked at my clock. I reversed the hands and thought it was 5:30 AM, my morning. The time I could get up and start my day. I felt excitement.

Then I realized it was 10:30 PM. I had only napped.

I have awoken at least four times throughout the night thinking it is morning and time to arise. Right now it is just after 4 AM and the anticipation for morning again, is heavy upon me.

I realized I’m dealing with revelation.

Meaning several things.

One, I anticipate morning because I want new days and God has them all lined up, sequentially, with appointed times for the sunrise.

Secondly, my anticipation is so great that I keep being ahead of schedule. I need to watch my timing lest I be in the dark, on a perilous trail in the middle of the night. Not good.

God’s timing means anticipate the sunrise but know He brings it. I can ready myself and capture the glorious sunrise at the appointed time–not before.

Third, it is a good thing to be expectant! I’ve had plenty of mornings, or thoughts of the next morning that gave me a sense of anxiety, general and specific fears, overwhelm, and even dread.

Now, even in tough transitions and nothing-easy-about-them circumstances I am sensing goodly anticipation…which is incredible–and as it should be!

Yet, now I feel like a rubberband that has been pulled back nearing the maximum pullback. Each hardship, challenge, and significant loss has stretched me back, and now I am ready to be shot out and into life with more energy, loft, and a trajectory. This makes up for the seemingly negative energy required for the pull back. The energy stored is what will takes me up and over–and into the distance with speed!

As always, these words aren’t meant solely for me. They are to challenge and encourage you–to meet YOU right where you are, in your unique circumstances.

It’s almost time for me to get up and do the day. The wait will be soon over. Morning will break.

Annette Trucke

September 4, 2016

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The Orphan No More

I’ve never shared any poetry I’ve written in my blogs. I try to keep on motivational and inspirational point. Yet this week I break cadence to share a fresh poem.

(I’m sure this can use refinement. God woke me up with this at 4 AM, knowing it’s for me and others, I boldly, because that’s what it takes, share it.)

The Orphan Who Never Was

She wanders, he wanders

Wondering

Looking

Searching

For home

Where do I belong?

To whom do I belong?

 

She wanders, he wanders

Wondering

Am I loveable?

Do I have value?

Pick me up

Hold me

Tell me you love me

Be my all
She wanders, he wanders

Wondering

Where can I rest my head?

Upon who may I lean?

Who will feed me?

Cover me?

Teach me?
She wanders, he wanders

God calls

Dear child of Mine

I Am the One

I will be your home

Your place to rest

Your anchor

Insecurities met

Lean in, learn from Me

Eat from My hand

Wear My garments
She wanders, he wanders

Wondering

How can this be?

How can the God of the universe

Adopt me?

Love me?

Give me His

Name?

His Words?

His traits?

My future He secures

My child, never an orphan

Look no further

Search no other

Wander no more

Perception was off

Compass malaligned

Reality check

You are Mine

One fell swoop

You’ve heard Me

My heart

My Name

No longer felt unmet

The orphan who never was.
The orphan spirit is a lie from the enemy that pushes one to pursue love, value, and validation from others in a way which only leads to false securities and rejections. God offers to be our true, One and Only home.
Like me, you may have lost your spouse through various means, your mom, dad, brother, sister, your precious child, home, friends, pet, place and roles in life–your way, or you may have been affected by unmet needs and pain early on in life.
He wants us to know, He, the Great I Am has adopted us from before we were even yet born. He called us by Name and gave us His all. Jesus, came to call us home while on earth, to God with us–Emmanuel. We are never alone.
Take your place, dear Orphan Who Never Was.

 

 Annette Trucke

August 31, 2016

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