Put your hand to the plow and look to ME. Do not turn to look backward because your future is not there. The ground beneath you is holy and designed to support you in this season, when the season moves, so do you.
Your success in this endeavor will require you wrapping your arms around something new and perhaps foreign. I am guiding you inch by inch, breath by breath, move by move and step by step.
Keep pressing, past the pain, the errors and the defeats. They have all been covered, completely, cancelled and separated from you like the east from the west. The season you have entered is new for you, but old for ME.
It is old for ME, because I formed it when formed you. This is a season that is more than deserving, this is a season that has been destined. Predestined, provided and approved by ME. Walk firmly in this, as a resident and not a visitor.
Psalms 139:13-16
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
