Last night at church our Pastor preached a message about Walking with God. He shared the following quote as part of that message:

You’ve got to get out of the car, take the keys around, open up the trunk lid, hand the keys to the Lord Jesus, get inside the trunk, slam the lid down, whisper through the keyhole, ‘Lord look, fill’r up with anything you want and you drive, it’s up to you from now on.’
– Paris Reidhead

My heartstrings were plucked by the Holy Spirit, and the sound has been vibrating in my soul ever since.

These past twelve months our Heavenly Father has been teaching me how to “walk and not run”. He gave me a prophetic dream earlier last year, a spark within me, never too far and frequently coming to mind. I believe He was showing me a direction, and as I look back I see it’s been a year of preparation about that direction.

Part of the preparation has been deeper healing. He had already brought so much healing into my life that I wasn’t going into 40 thinking “I need healing, I’m broken”. I feel like He was saying “You’re not broken, now you’re ready to go deeper. I’m going to make you uncomfortable because you don’t see it yet, and it’s time for me to heal the deeper things.”

First I was asked a question by someone, a simple question, and it felt like I got hit sideways by an unseen wave. Yet I wasn’t left to sputter and flail about in the rushing water. The wave knocked me off my feet, got my full attention, and I felt the loving arms of my Father grab hold to lift me up and say “it’s time to let me heal this child”.

It led to an afternoon with Him where I was so overwhelmed and overcome by His love, His affection, His forgiveness I couldn’t physically move or stand or even sit up. I got to meet Him in a way that I can’t unmeet. I got to know Him, and trust Him, in ways that have changed me even more.

Another morning before church I took time to sit and journal with Him in the quiet of the house, and He revealed a layer of hurt in my heart I thought “was already dealt with”. As I wrote in my journal what came out of me was so unexpected I literally gasped for air, the emotional pain taking my breath away. “Oh God” was all I could cry out, and as I cried out to Him through gasps and tears, Holy Spirit started giving me verse after verse. This deep hurt was healed, and the lies associated with it were replaced with His Truth.

On another day I was feeling distracted, pulled in too many directions, unable to focus my thoughts or my mind. I silenced my phone, shut off all the screens, sat down in the silence crying out for help to uncover what was causing the chaotic feelings within. He revealed to me my unforgiveness towards someone. It was hard. It was necessary. He showed me healing in repentance and in forgiveness. He showed me things about me I didn’t like, and He reached out His hand to say “I will finish the work I began in you, come to Me.”

I share because I want to remember this if I look back on this post some day. One of the lessons I learned this past year is that healing isn’t just a one and done thing. Every day is a new day, a new day for love, and a new day for things to try and come to wound my soul. The difference between me now and me of the past, is me now is learning my Father is the Healer of my soul, of every hurt, every wound, every infliction against me. As He has so graciously forgiven me, He leads me into forgiving others. He welcomes my repentance so that He can fill me with His empowering grace. I don’t want to live a life any longer that lets things fester, I don’t want to “wait to go to the doctor”. I’m running to Him faster, saying “Daddy, this hurts, help me”.

Another lesson this past year He has taught me is that it is easier to hide in the busy than it is to be exposed in the silence, and while it’s easier, it’s also the place of missed opportunities.

Those who know me best have often told me I’m too busy. And it’s been true.

I have lived most of my life filling every waking moment with activity and noise. This last year I’ve taken on a new career and became primarily self-employed opening up my own business. I started taking classes to obtain some certifications last November and won’t be done until probably September or October of this year. I also wrote a book and started the process of working towards publication. I’m just now wrapping up meetings with the beautiful souls who offered to read and provide feedback. I have a personal deadline of making final edits by end of March and then full stem ahead to work on what’s needed to get it published this year.

My Christmas Trees are still up as I type this.

So yes – it’s been busy.

And that’s just the “work/school” surface things. There has also been what I consider the more substantial stuff.

Grief in saying goodbye for now to a loved one who finished their race here. The unexpected joy of hello in the birth of a nephew and hearing the voice of a brother. My son joining the Army National Guard and heading out to bootcamp. The navigation of womanhood and aging and the thoughts and feelings that come in this new season.

The question of am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing? Am I wasting my time? Am I still allowing fear to hold me back? Am I passively nodding my head or am I intentionally engaging? Am I walking the direction You are asking me to walk?

This card came in the mail with something I ordered a long time ago. I kept it, and every time I look at it I feel something stir within me. Last year I also received a Word spoken over me. I have held it close in my spirit, another spark next to the dream. I was told the desire in me, the one that burns, my Heavenly Father put that in me. He wants that desire in me. I need to go to Him for the direction and guidance of the desire He has placed. Be focused on one thing and seek Him for direction, He will open the door, He will lead me on the path.

Fire for life.

Tenacity.

Boldness.

Authority.

Peace.

These are the words He spoke over me, words that feel foreign and simultaneously speak to something inside of me that knows their meaning and burns as I whisper them.

It’s time to climb in the trunk, give Him the keys, and stop trying to control where we are going. Last night a friend specifically prayed over me that it was time I stop trying to plan out the route, have all the bathroom stops marked, and worrying about if I packed any snacks. It’s time to get in the trunk and trust Him with ALL of it.

Forty-One is a year I want to look back on and see how I grew in my Devotion. A year that I stopped being passive, didn’t get distracted, and walked with God in the direction He wants to go.

I’ve already started by overhauling my schedule, now it’s time to get intentional about how I spend my time. The book and the classes are current timely priorities. Forty-one is a year I am setting out to complete both.

I also want to start writing here again. I don’t know what this blog will look like, if there will be a singular focus or if it will be more of my public journal space, but in a world of reels and tik-toks the truth is I’m a writer. I want forty-one to be a year I step fully into the identity of who God says I am and stop trying to fit into boxes that I wasn’t created to fit into.

I want to continue to go deeper. I want to continue to change. I want to encourage and inspire others to not look at me, but to look at He who leads me. I want to have an accountable relationship with Him. I want to look to Jesus to grow me closer to God, and I want to encourage my husband, my friends, and our church family as they look to Jesus to grow closer to God too.

Today I am forty-one years old. I don’t know what my number of days are. I just know that I don’t want to waste the time. I want to be fearless in the pursuit of what sets my soul on fire – the desire my Heavenly Father has put within me. I want to serve the Lord with as few distractions as possible. I want to love differently. I want to remember that when the world seems to be growing darker, that is the opportunity for lights to shine even brighter. I want forty-one to be the brightest year yet, because the best is yet to come.

In Love & Faith,
RaZella