A Poetic Journey to Being Gently Quenched by the Father
Written by Bethany Curee, God’s Daughter – Freckled & Free

Amongst the millions of words that drift around me
so easily at my disposal— I have found none to describe the shifting weather we have been in.

Life has been hard.

Although, I have been desiccated in my search of finding words to put to paper, my soul has quieted within me.

My fingers longed to write hope for the hopeless (I only want words that He would have me say)But the well at which they drew from had stilled.

I searched frantically the hollows, my past notes and scribbles.
I spread my hand over the dried ground,
looking for a slither to inspire.

My eyes have been seeing fully—
but silence stills me.
I look for His leading, His whisper.
Are you seeing what I see Father?

The waves of disaster spin around me.
Death, and another death, and yet another it seems—
The pain of the curse is all too real.

The world feels shifty untrusting;
A constant waver as it crumbles around us.

My ears report no sound,
but I feel a stirring.
A stirring to calm.
A stirring to be still.
A stirring to wait for the Lord.

I wander room to room,
moment to moment,
n u m b to feel.
I yelled through the halls
but an echo returned.

The daily running question in my head pleads,
What is the Father speaking during this time?

I stiffen my legs standing straight and ball my fist like a child’s impatience. “I will NOT write without Your leading,” I state. He patiently impresses again, “This is a time of waiting, reflecting and praying my child.” Reluctantly, but trustingly, I whisper, “O.K. Lord, when you are ready to speak, I am listening.


I toss, I turn, I pray. Time ticks on.

Many days I pondered, I waited
Until the deafening silence broke.
In the deepest part of me the core of my being,
I heard Him say,

“This is not the time to doubt me.”

It is
l o u d n e s s
to my ears.
My spirit quickens.
“Yes, Lord.”

“This is a time to know that I am always good. A time to trust me. I have a plan and I’ve had a plan from the beginning. I’ve given the gift of choice to ALL. Will you trust me? Because if you trust me, if you believe in me, you cannot afford to doubt me, to question me, to question what I allow. Do not be tossed to and fro, make a choice. To trust or not to trust no matter how ugly something may look. I turn beauty from ashes. Water from a rock. Hope in the desert. I am hope. I am the light. I am the way. Will you keep your feet on the firm ground? Will you trust what I decide? I hold the keys to life or death. I work ALL things to the good of those who love me…” (Romans 8:28)

“When you trust, you trust—FULLY. I say again, this is not a time for doubting me. Set your eyes to me, far above what is in front of you. Drink the overflowing well of my Word. It is your source, your life, a drink to the thirsty soul, nourishment for the hungry. I make all things new. While the devil seeks whom he may devour, (and he will lose), I give you life. Seek me and ye shall find me. Do not close your ears to my word. It is a lamp unto your feet and a light unto your path. Wait for my still small voice. Incline your ear to me. I am good I am always good.

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? (Matthew 7:11) For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. (Jeremiah 29:11) Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. (Psalm 116:15) A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one’s birth. (Ecclesiastes 7:1) And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. (Romans 5:3-5)”

My parched thoughts, my loss of words to share are watered by the well of life, the well that never runs dry. My soul chooses the narrow path, the firm foundation, the house built on the rock of Christ. I will trust Him even in death. For He is a good Daddy and He has a good plan. More are His thoughts towards His children than the grains of sand.

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. (Deuteronomy 31:6)”

My gaze fixes on Him. I choose Him.
There is no wavering in trust.
No. Matter. What.

My numbness turns to feeling
The feeling of the leading of the Holy Spirit
Who heals us, comforts us and walks us through painful times.
Who allows the sun’s rays to warm our skin again.

The mirror I stare upon His Word, I will renew within myself daily until I reflect His likeness in all I do. Hope arises on a new day and I again look forward to finding the good in tomorrow. In His plan unfolding. To find the beauty in life. To savor once again what He has for me. To reach for the hope we have in Him. Hope for the hopeless. This is what He has spoken to me in this season and I believe this is for the Body of Christ as well. Will we hearken unto Him?

The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments. (Habakkuk 3:19)

Written by Bethany Curee, God’s Daughter – Freckled & Free

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