The Weaver 🎶

The verses to this original melody came from a tapestry from an anonymous writer that I purchased at a little Mom and Pop Shop on the west coast many years ago with my Mom.

The refrain came to me as I aligned the melody to the words from the poem. I was truly immersed in the Holy Spirit and was given the refrain. It came out so effortlessly. I concentrated on opening my heart to the Lord, asking to heal the wounds I had kept hidden deep within the recesses of my soul.

That was just five months ago, today. This day, I was handed the biggest hurdle of my life to maneuver over.

One that has taken this long for me to climb to the top of. A hurdle, I viewed was of an insurmountable height. This moment, I feel I have just woken up and have found myself holding on for dear life on top of this hurdle, not sure I want to climb over, or slide back down from the side I just climbed up.

After coming across The Weaver Song this evening, I am reminded the moment I took my first breath to when I will at some point take my last, and how my Lord has been steadfast thus far, and no doubt He will be present for my last breath. I can hear my loved one’s who have gone before me gently whispering, “Trust! Trust in Jesus for He has never left my side. Remember how strong you were able to stand, when you were asked to stand on Holy Ground, as we each took our last breaths? That strength still resides in you just as strong as the day you stood next to each one of us as we left this earth.”

Indeed the Lord has shown me time and again, He is my anchor, my Ultimate Confidant. My Lord and My Savior. I should never be afraid.

So why do I hesitate to throw my last leg over this intensely high hurdle placed before me seven (7) short years before.

Why such apprehension? Why do I hesitate? Hasn’t God proven His Faithfullness to me more times than I can count. So why then do I hold on so tightly to the top of this damn hurdle?

One…

Two…..

Three…….

Damit, I stopped myself yet again

What is preventing me from take this Leap of Faith over this massive barrier. Where is my Trust? Why do I keep giving my power away to this hurdle?

Do I fell safer on top of this barrier? Honestly, I am not fond of heights, and truly much prefer my feet on the ground. LOL!

Humor is a lovely gift from God. It gives me a moment to release my fear of the unknown. For seven years, I felt safe, even protected hiding behind this hurdle. Curiosity had me feeling brave enough to move closer and closer to the top. Now, with honest journaling and a hint of humor, I find myself able to take a step back and observe this stumbling block in this moment in time.

Tonight, I will continue forward or over this wall that has not only protected me, but also blocked my movement forward.

I will, unceremoniously, lift my last leg over this hurdle in my life, and as gracefully as possible, try not to fall flat on my face as I do so, 😁 thanking the Lord, as I descend down the other side

Thanking Him for His Listening Ear, the Gift of Humor, and laying a song that is patching up the holes in my heart.

Thanksgiving and Praises to the Greatest Weaver ever. All for the Hreater Glory of You my God, All for the Greater Glory of You. Ending yet again with a prayer my Momma taught me to pray, when she was dealing physical or emotional pain or trauma.

By Deanna G. DeBondt

September 6, 2023

10:59pm

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