It's the time when we talk the most.
He gets me to Himself and speaks to me quiet-like and gentle. I See how He is my Father when I am on an early morning run--when I lean close and seek His counsel.
An hour together in this way leaves me speechless and my heart transformed.
I trust you, Father.
And I do.
He challenges me about this *trusting*--why don't I live it?
Nearly tripping over my own garbled mess of unnecessary excuses, I find no answer.
Do I think I can do better than Him?
Do I not think I need Him?
Do I feel shame for needing Him?
I wonder why the surrendering feels so difficult to live.
My Father has my best in His plans. Sometimes it might look spooky or daunting at how cavernous of a place He wants to take me, and yet I always See the purpose--His purpose.
It's there--His *purpose*--in Every. Thing.
He invites me to live my trust. He talks with me about what that looks like.
And, I begin to See ...
There's relief in this space of trusting--true *Freedom* to Rest.