Peace Be Still


Woke up feeling very anxious this morning. It was a rough night full of nightmares, I suppose my insecurities coming to the surface in the quiet of night. Then I hear a voice that said…

Peace, be still

What does that look like, knowing that He is God, knowing that in the midst of my anxious thoughts He is here, with me, watching over me.And that He has authority over my circumstances? That I carry that same authority?

How do we put our trust in the unseen, when the circumstances are staring us right in the face?

I want to trust you, but the sound of the waves crashing around me are so loud, I can feel the waters rising, trying to consume me…I am drowning. I do not handle these circumstances gracefully.

Yet I am well aware of the fact that I cannot carry these heavy burdens, they will destroy me.

So I dialogue with my Father, share my innermost fears, and simply cry out HELP! I cannot figure it all out…I see in part, one increment at a time. Step by step I follow, at times seemingly blind and deaf. He carries me.

I lay in my bed while it is still dark out, I feel alone, afraid. I close my eyes breathe deeply…My hand is holding His, warmth, safety…I invision the two of us walking down a dirt road together our hair blowing in the warm breeze, I focus on our steps, together we move forward.
We are always moving forward although at times it feels as if I am stuck.

I look up and the scenery has changed, from dry desert, to lush gardens, beautiful aromatic flowers surround us, waterfalls spraying cool, refreshing mist across our warm bodies. The birds break out in song, singing praises to the one who has carved me into the palm of His hand.

I am not alone

You are with Me

Stop, be still and know that I am not only God,but the lover of your soul who walks with you through the valley of the shadow of death, the one who knows the future and will walk us through adversity.

I cannot do this alone

About Amalia

My name is Amalia, I am a survivor, but I am not simply surviving here. I fully intend on living life to its fullest everyday of my life. My past does not define me, it is simply a part of me and a contribution to who I am becoming. Fully awake, fully alive. Love is my religion. I enjoy meeting new people from all different walks of life. I love engaging in deep, meaningful conversation with others. I believe we each have something to add to anothers life. I love Jesus. And the way he interacted with people, especially the outcasts. I sometimes feel as if I am a very old soul born hundreds of years too late. But am realizing I am right where I am supposed to be, there are no accidents. I cherish those who love and accept me for who I am, intensity and all. Who love me for me, not who they'd like me to be. When I love, I love deeply, when I hurt I hurt deeply, I can feel others pain, an empath, but I would not change a thing. My 'story' has molded me into the person I am today and I like me! I am deeply moved by early morning sunrises and evening sunsets, by flowers, bugs, the changing seasons,barefoot walks in the woods, the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face. I love capturing these moments with my camera, as well as trying to share the emotions attached on canvas. Music is my drug of choice. It soothes me when i'm feeling down or overwhelmed. I am drawn to other creatives and out of the box thinkers, the misfits, outcasts. I love to laugh and make others laugh. Laughter is amazing medicine. I have ADHD and it shows, I am currently....LOOK A SQUIRREL! I have a very strong sense of justice and nothing angers me more than seeing others taken advantage of or harmed, especially in the name of religion or by those in authority who use their authority to harm or control others. I am childlike, yet intense and will fight for those I love until the bitter end. But i've also learned that I cannot save anyone else and have learned when to let go. Because that too is love.

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