It happened this morning…
I love when He wakes me up like this-before the world stirs, before anyone needs me, before my mind fills with a thousand things to do. Just me and Him… in the quiet… in the stillness.
That’s when I hear Him best. That’s when He speaks, when truth settles deep in my heart.
This morning, He reminded me of something I had heard over the weekend. A simple question…
“How does an arrow get shot out?”
At the time, I nodded, letting the words pass by without really taking them in. But this morning, while talking with Him, He asked me to go back to my notes and it was like entering a portal-everything made sense.
An arrow doesn’t launch itself. It doesn’t rush forward on its own. Before it can move toward its purpose, before it can fly… it must first be pulled back.
Not gently. Not comfortably. Pulled. Stretched. Held.
The Archer grips it firmly, drawing it away from where it seems like it should be going. If an arrow could think, maybe it would panic… maybe it would believe it was moving in the wrong direction… maybe it would fight the pull, thinking it was meant to be free by now.
And suddenly, I saw it so clearly…
That arrow is me.
I have felt this… the pullback, the stretching, the tension. I have wondered why I wasn’t moving forward, why it felt like I was being drawn away from where I thought I was meant to be. I have fought against it… thinking I needed to push through, to figure it out, to move on my own.
But this morning, He whispered to me…
You are still held. Don’t fight the pressure! Do not be afraid! It’s Me! 🤍
The Archer hasn’t let go. He isn’t uncertain. His hands are steady, His aim is sure, His timing is perfect. The pullback is not punishment… the waiting is not wasted… the tension is not neglect.
It is preparation.
I feel it now… the peace in surrender. The rest that comes when I stop resisting and realize I am still in His hands. Nothing hurts… nothing is wasted… nothing is out of place. Is OKAY not to be okay some days…
It’s just the two of us… me and my Archer. He Holds me!
So I choose joy. Not because I know when He will release me… not because I see the target… but because I trust the One who holds me. And I want to stay close to his heart forever! To learn the rhythm of grace, to learn to TRUST the hand that holds me, the One who never misses His mark.
But for now… I am still held.
And that is enough. 🤍🏹
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