Dearest Daughter of God, Are you struggling to rest in His Presence? Do you feel distracted? Distant? Or even, broken? the glasshouse Sometimes cracks form in the walls of the glasshouse, allowing the elements of the world to seep in and hinder the flourishing the Master Gardener has worked so hard to cultivate within us. When that happens, however, He does not banish us from meeting with Him. He does not punish us for the cracks we’ve allowed to form. Instead, He gazes on us lovingly and waits with open arms for us to come home. To rest in Him. To be in His Presence. To soak in His word.…

Dearest Daughter of God, Let Him take that off your shoulders. The load that has been weighing you down. It was never yours to carry to begin with… the glasshouse Leave those burdens by the door. You won’t need them here. Relax your shoulders, your jaw, your hands. Settle into the glasshouse, the place He longs to meet with you. He sees you. All the things you’ve been juggling, each time you’ve tried to sustain yourself and do things in your own strength. He sees you and He’s with you. “Daughter, let it go,” He whispers over you. “And give it to Me.” Every anxious thought. Every item on our…

Dearest Daughter of God, Take a deep breath, slip off your shoes, and ground yourself in this truth – God is faithful. the glasshouse The glasshouse falls quiet. A somber note hums through the reeds and even the Nocturnum Orchids stay still, their blooms closed despite the darkness. Moonlight spills over the surface of the water, broken only by our toes at the water’s edge. A tentative swirl. We rest a moment. The Master Gardner is here. He pauses with us and offers to wash our feet. Night sounds fill our ears and our minds, and we dare to stop. To quiet the world and accept this gift. This moment.…

Dearest Daughter of God, Take a deep breath. No matter what circumstances have led to this moment, let them go, breathe them out, and step into the glasshouse. ‘His house is my shelter and secret retreat. It is there I find peace in the midst of storm and turmoil. Safety sits with me in the hiding place of God. He will set me on a rock, high above the fray.’ Psalm 27:5 (VOICE) the glasshouse Come in out of the weather. Let me take your coat. You won’t need it. Not here. Breathe deep, Daughter of God. You’re safe. The Master Gardener has long been at work in this place…