My droom van gister waar ek apart van my gesin alleen aan pieker in ‘n verpotte klein wit motortjie en tot stilstand gebring word teen ‘n brugreling – ongeskaad, en niks beangs nie. Net die kar is beskadig en die brugreling. ‘n Stem het hard en duidelik vir my gesê:”Nou gaan jy nie verder op hierdie pad nie.”

Ek het gelees, gebid en gesels en hieroor geslaap. Vanmore is ek eers bedaard, en hier is my antwoord.

God is groot! Hy maak met my klein lewe bemoeienis, met ons elkeen s’n – dis hoe lief Hy is.

Dis al wat ek kan juig.

Get up out of your ash heap
Rise up and dust yourself off
You have mourned enough over what you lost
You have become too comfortable 
sitting in your misery and tears.

I hear the sound of heaven
The sounds of laughter and rejoicing
being sung out over you.

I smell the perfume of Heaven
being poured out over you
The anointing oil clinging to you

There was a time when Job
finally got up out of his ashes
and so must you
have the will to see better days
and the promise of His restoring 

Let the rains of heaven wash 
away the ashen smudges
of your yesterdays
No more looking at yourself
in your burnt up ruins and dreams

I hear the sound of singing and laughing
It’s time to rejoice in Him
For He was faithful- 
He did not let you die
He did not let you be destroyed
and you became stronger within.

He’s singing His love song over you
Smell His fragrance dripping all over you
Clap and sing
HIS beauty is being revealed
It’s a new day for you -brand new!!!!

A Modern Day Ruth, Copyright 2013