Lavender Blues

A love letter from Jesus 

 

The sadness is turning into a lavender bloom of harvest. What I have promised is on the way, growing strong like lavender in the drought-resistant high climates. The heat of refining will become pools of desert blooms for the pure in heart. The fragrant pale purple flowers are named from the Latin word “lavare” meaning “to wash”. The testing of your faith from the refiner’s flame has bathed your heart in purity as you believed

 

 

The dragonflies dance around you, expectant for the change. The pressure and tension of the flame will completely drop as I bring you into an unexpected sabbatical of rest. I will transform the battered into the exquisite and make strong those who are weak. There is beauty emanating from your broken heart as the pure oil of the lavender bloom fills your soul with peace.

 

 

I will give you rest on every side from those troubles, as the lavender harvest of Promise keeps the devouring moths away and your aromatic fragrance fresh. The earth reverberates to the sound of the promises I speak. Trust My timing, I am never late. There is a set time for every declaration I have given. Everything is about to change. En un clin d’oeil…in the blink of an eye.

 

The billowing clouds are the dust of My feet. In the whirlwind and in the storm, I am Sovereign over all. I am good, a stronghold in disaster. I am aware when you draw near to Me with trust. What has afflicted you will afflict you no more. Trust Me with all of your heart and follow My ways. I am giving you an enlargement of deep wisdom as you listen to My heart. Because you seek Me first above your own life, I will even give you what you haven’t asked for yet.

 

The long stems of vibrantly colored flowers planted in the discomfort of heat bring healing from trauma through the long-blooming of promise. Joy runs deeper than despair and hope is stronger than pain, abide in Me always. I want to be your best friend and the one who your soul loves. I’ll be right there to save you as the shadows flee away. I will be a shoulder for you to cry on as I hold you close. 

 

Now you are ready My dear! From the open place of unshakable trust, come with Me to behold your lavish harvest of love. Your mourning will change into a whirling dance. I am giving strength and might to your weariness with kisses of My peace. There may be weeping through the night, but at Daybreak, you will bubble up with laughing joy. What was once a place of sadness and blues is transforming into a lavender harvest of peaceful blooms!

 

 

 

Written by Dannette Lynn

 

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