Tremble, Oh Woman

Thursday, March 6

Life has been flying by like a whirlwind ready to sweep me away. This year has already delivered me blessing upon blessing and gobs of opportunities that I am blown away by. There is not a single day that passes by with which I am unamazed by. Even in the mundane, my early coconut coffee, late night snacks with Tony, or a simple gesture from a passerby at a grocery store, I have started to find such incredible simplicity and beauty. When I started my blog nearly a year ago, I remember desiring to convey my words, convey my thoughts, and relate my dreams in a way that painted a picture of the most simple things drawn out with beautiful ups and downs. I wanted to display this captivating life of small, precious moments. Lately, I have been living that. Some days I am grateful for it more than others, but lately God has been revealing to me that place on the mountain where I remain silent and His voice drifts softly atop the trees. That is where simplicity and beauty meet; they met at the cross, on a rugged piece of wood, and they meet in my everyday, to a broken woman seeking a greater savior.

With so much happening lately, writing has been last on my list. Blogging, which once was an every week thing, has been an every other week thing. My days are jam packed with jobs, school, visions, moments, church life, family life, and so forth. I'm lucky enough to barely get any alone time. With that being said, I've somewhat shifted 'down pace' in my spirit lately. I've felt weaker in my walk. I've felt hunger and thirst for the bread and water that I cannot receive from my daily doings and dreams. I've been feeling the pain of flesh wanting to be the captivator of my heart. I've felt my spirit fighting harder against the world than what I'm used to. Thankfully, conviction will always be stronger than flesh, that is if I respond to it.

The other night I felt that conviction making my knees weak, and I opened up to Isaiah (a place I should get lost in more often). I fell upon Isaiah 32 verses 9-20:

Complacent Women Warned of Disaster | "Rise up, you women who are at ease, hear my voice; you complacent daughters, give ear to my speech. In little more than a year you will shudder, you complacent women; for the grape harvest fails, the fruit harvest will not come. Tremble, you women who are at ease, shudder, you complacent ones; strip, and make yourselves bare, and tie sackcloth around your waist. Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine, for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers, yes, for all the joyous houses in the exultant city. For the palace is forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens forever, a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks; until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, and the fruitful field is deemed a forest. Then justice will dwell in the wilderness, and righteousness abide in the fruitful field. And the effect of righteousness will be peace, and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust forever. My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places. And it will hail when the forest falls down, and the city will be utterly laid low. Happy are you who sow beside all waters, who let the feet of the ox and the donkey range free."

Wow. Oh wow. I am that complacent woman. I am that woman at ease. I am the woman who is not on guard, protecting my spirit, fighting against evil, and in turn leading those along with me. I am the woman who does not beat her chest for the ones in my city, in my country, and in my world who are living in thorns. I am not that woman. At least I haven't been.

But I desire to be that woman.

I desire to be a woman whose fruits are lush and overflowing, whose spirit is solid, yet delicate in action, whose righteousness abides in the Lord, who lives in security and peace only found in the Savior, who sows beside waters, desiring to reap fruitfully. I so greatly desire to be a woman who is constantly seeking, growing, moving, and trudging along that road. I want to be the woman who does not stop, even when blood is shed and bones are weak. I want to be the woman is who never complacent, never at ease, but always preparing and always obedient.

In the mean time, trembling is good. It means I'm aware.


  1. God has just spoken to me through you and this blog post. Thank you.


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