7/24/24 - The Cocoon

I cried during a good portion of my trip today to visit my family near St. Louis.

It's been a tough couple of weeks for me. Satan's darts really have stung lately. It is hard to take it on the chin, but I am called to stand firm, according to Ephesians 6:13: Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.

I have found myself seeking God on how my path should be looking. I know for absolute certain that I was called to come back home. Beyond that, I have been working these past couple of years on a new normal for me.

Farm life is certainly conducive to my personal enjoyment. I find it so very satisfying to get up in the morning and tend to my chores here at Joyful Heart Farm. Yes, even in the heat. Yes, even in the cold. Yes, even when I have to go to my regular job. My little farm, my little house and the sweet animals that call it home create a purpose for me. This little piece of the larger Higher Ground farm is a precious place.

When I moved into my little house, someone told me that they felt the Lord speaking to them that this was a cocoon. A place where change could occur from the inside out. A warning was also imparted to me to protect my little house from things that could harm the sweet spirit inside here. I diligently heed that word and am very selective on who can enter. Being a little house, it is easy for me to suggest alternate places to meet - I'll admit to using the Chihuahuas as an excuse, although it is very true that they bark their little heads off if they perceive an unfamiliar face approaching.

During the construction of the little house, I took time to write scripture on all of the entrances and windows. Underneath the drywall, the Word of God is everywhere. Scriptures proclaiming the Lord's protection and safety. Scriptures voicing my love for my Heavenly Father. Scriptures to guide me in my coming and going.

Tonight, as I sit here in my little safe cocoon, I thank God that, despite the things that come my way, God is on my side, guiding me with His invisible but mighty hand. And I know that things will be okay as I claim Psalm 91 over myself.

As I prepare to lay my head, I claim sweet rest tonight as my Good, Good Father continues the metamorphosis occurring in my life and circumstances.

Eyes on the Prize,

Kynda