Brettley Ruggles

let it go
the smashed word 
broke open vow 
or the oath cracked length wise
let it go 
it was sworn to go

let them go
the truthful liars
and the false fair friends 
and the ‘boths’ and ‘neithers’
you must let them go
they were born to go

let all go
the big small middling 
tall bigger really 
the biggest
and all things
let all go dear

so comes love.

ee cummings

Oh that the atmosphere of Heaven would invade our every day, ordinarily supernatural lives! Ha! There’s a shift in the seasons. There’s a catalyst-type change being birthed; coming into the earth—the roots of which have been guarded and nurtured for years in the secret place. Light is dancing across that which has been hidden and tucked away in darkness. Joy has come with the dawn. 

“Child, your night season has ended— the illusion of disappointment that said you were alone. All your tears have not gone unnoticed. Every groan of your soul is accounted for even now. They echo into eternity. No one wanted to come face to face with weeping, with mourning, with grieving. No one wanted to share in the anguish of My heart, but you stayed with me in the secret place. You asked to share in My cup. You’ve loved me in the valley, and now Daughter, you will join me in singing on the mountaintop. Songs of redemption, songs of bliss, and songs of rebirth will flow without having to be conjured up. This is your new normal.”

May actual portals, entrances for heaven to invade, in supernatural realms be opened up in our lives spiritually, emotionally, and relationally. Oh God, Your Kingdom doesn’t function apart from community. Would you knit our hearts together? Would you set Sons and Daughters together in families that operate in the earth as Your Body?

I want to spend my life on you, Oh Lord.

I can’t stop loving you with all of me.

“When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The ‘worst’ is never the worst.

Why? Because the Master won’t ever walk out and fail to return. If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense. He takes no pleasure in making life hard, in throwing roadblocks in the way…”

We’re okay.
You know it?
We are.
You know how I know that?
Grace.

Slow down and embrace the process. Life is not meant to simply be a means to an end.

photo & design: brettley ruggles

photo & design: brettleyruggles

photo & design: brettley ruggles // lyrics: bon iver - skinny love