My Confidant

You have parted my many seas

Carried me through the valley of

the shadow of death countless times

In the fire, the furnace, 

You calmed my racing heart

Not for a second my Papa left my side

You are Love, Love, Love

No other other god can compete 

with You 

This battle that I am facing 

is Yours to fight

You did it in the past 

I know without a doubt You 

will do it again

You are my Confidant

Oh how I love it when You 

minister to me

Your presence my greatest reward

I do not deserve Your reckless love

Somehow You bestow it on 

me generously 

Even the days I dissapoint You

Your love pursues me blindly

Have Your way in me Father

Every attack is training,

You taught me so well 

Soon I will reign in a once 

defeated place yet again

No attack, no loss, is wasted 

in Your presence 

You turn everything sent to take 

us out around for our good

I will keep my focus

Lean into You like I always do

Worship You with my whole being 

Countless times I have seen Your 

hand alive in my life

I can tell many stories of how You 

turned my mourning into dancing

My life a living testimony of a 

good, good Father

You see the forgotten

You know the rejected

You heal the broken

Your love draws us from dry 

places to be One with You

You only have precious thoughts 

and plans for us!

— Ebigale Wilson

My Confidant

The Journey

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Your Safe Place

Before the foundation of the

earth you were on His mind

He knows you a lifetime

Your every wrong turn

Every wild journey 

Away from His love

A life wasted you might think

Nothing is wasted in the presence 

of Jesus

He specializes in restoring broken lives

He is drawing you with His love

Your name etched in His hand

Your are safe and secure

Under His mighty wings

Let all confusion go

Cry if you should 

Get rid of negative emotions

He longs to heal your brokenness 

He knows the condition of

your heart

The wrong paths you took

Still His love is a banner over you

Like a mighty wind

A restless river

A runaway fire

Surrounding you from every angle

He knows your struggles 

Is One with your pain

Dry your tears now beautiful one

Your past a vague memory 

Put your hand in His

Winter is past

Your time of singing has come

It is time to run on waves

Rest in His perfect peace

You are forever One with Love

Everything will be ok

He is your strong tower

Your safe place.

— Ebigale Wilson

Your Safe Place

The Journey

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Struggling To Pray?

A prayer for those struggling to pray…

May God meet you anyway.

When you have no words to say

Would you let your body pray through you today.

Wordless prayers of movement, taste, and touch

Of stillness, sight, and sound

Of hands raised up

Of knees bowed down

The language of lighting a candle

Humming a song

Watering the plants

Walking the dog

Savoring your coffee

Shivering in the breeze

Stirring potato soup

Crunching fallen leaves

Breathing in his mercy

Tasting his sweetness

Listening for his goodness

Touching his kindness

When all your words fail, may you remember

That praying is much more than speaking

It is being

With the one who loves to be with you

So, go paint your prayers

Play your prayers

Dance your prayers

Draw your prayers

Bake your prayers

Breathe your prayers

Run your prayers

Hug your prayers

Laugh your prayers

Cry your prayers

And allow your hands and feet

And fingers and nose

And arms and eyes

And shoulders and toes

To carry your prayers

to the foot of the throne

To the one who needs no words

Because He already knows.

— Sarah Bourns

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Images by Alan Hirsch who says he is painting his prayers these days…

Which one is a picture of your own prayers today?

Darkness Is Your Past

A long season

Dark times

Endless journeys

Unrelenting attacks

Not a ray of light

The tide is turning

The shift is here

Your diligence and obedience 

will be rewarded 

Your bright future will outweigh 

every attack

Every heartache

Every pain

Every battle 

Had its purpose 

Everything is coming together

Like a puzzle 

It’s falling into place

Looking back every attack

Every battle

Every scar

Was necessary to take a hold 

of yoke breaking destinies 

We’re going higher

Taking a hold of new territories

We paid every price

Brought every sacrifice

When darkness was all we 

could see

Arise and shine

Darkness is your past

The enemy knows the ending 

Your focus is your bright future

As darkness covers the earth

The Lord will arise over you

His glory will be seen upon you

The remnant will now step out

His light will be visible on 

countenances

Released through mouths

Visible wherever they tread

The wilderness will now release them!!!

— Ebigale Wilson

Darkness Is Your Past

Music in the Key of C

Music, when combined with poetry, leaves imprints on our hearts and souls. I remember the exact time I first heard Folk Music. Three high school kids…

Music in the Key of C

The Wilderness Is Calling Your Name

She does not know that there 

is a higher calling on her life

She is too busy with trivial things

The earth awaits her arrival

Pappa wants to show her off

Broken and hurting women

are waiting for her to step

into their lives 

My daughter the wilderness 

Is calling your name

All your hurt and pain you will 

have to leave there

Away from the noise I am

calling you

It is time to deal with your past

Wave it goodbye

You will exit the wilderness 

with a new heart

For too long you have delayed 

this important decision 

Hid in the dark

Walked around

the same mountains 

Attached to your hurt

It is time for me to strip you

You can only be fruitful when 

I mold you

Daughters it is time to live 

His character

Everywhere you go leave a 

glimpse of His heart

We can only do it when we meet 

Father in the wilderness

Here He will heal you

Train you to be His prepared bride

He is coming back for a bride who 

made herself ready

Whose lamp overflows with His oil

A bride without spot or wrinkle

who can release

His sound in the earth

Leave your hurt at Papa’s feet

He loves you more then you 

will ever know

You are stronger than you think

He believes in you

Lock eyes with Him

Rest in His glory

Enjoy your journey with Papa,

The wilderness is calling your name!

— Ebigale Wilson

The Wilderness Is Calling Your Name

The Journey

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Hate Justified – Prophetic Poetry

“HATE JUSTIFIED” Why is your HATE justified, but not mine? Why is your crime righteous, but not mine? You’re not perfect and neither am I, But He was…

“Hate Justified”/ Prophetic Poetry

In My Quiet Time

Surrounded by Omnipotence in My quiet time, I embrace this day In its magnificent beauty And I whisper A prayer of thankfulness To yonder blue, …

In My Quiet Time

Wilderness Daughters Now Arise!

We visited many valleys

Were tossed around in 

many storms

Secluded to the wilderness

We had to embrace our training 

ground

Kicking and screaming we 

begged to forego this season

Wounded hearts 

Crushed egos

Unstable emotions

Father would not let us go

He knew what He was doing

The crushing and the pruning was 

what we needed then

We weren’t trained in glamorous 

places

The wilderness dust became 

our home

Excruciating pain and loneliness 

Stripped from our pride and egos

Lost more then we could bare

The old man had to die

Wilderness seasons don’t 

scare us anymore 

We embrace it with both hands

Forced into His bride under the 

hot wilderness sun

Our scars now brightly shine

As powerful testimonies of 

many battles won

Our hearts run free at last

We boldly take our place

In obscurity a new breed was trained 

In hiddeness we came back to life

Amongst dry places we began to thrive 

Wilderness daughters now arise!

— Ebigale Wilson

Crisis

At the end of your road

Nowhere to turn to

No hope in sight

You have never felt so alone, forgotten, unheard 

Could this just be the place 

Father summoned you to

Longed for you to be all along

He tried to lure you for years

You did not see Him

Too many distractions

Till your life came crashing down

A “crisis” launched Joseph, Job, 

Ruth, Esther and so many others into Father’s dreams for them

Could this be a setup?

Would this “crisis” finally capture 

your attention

Set you on a journey of becoming who Papa created you to be

Could this wilderness hold the key 

to your healing and transformation?

You had nothing to lose

Stripped to the core

Humiliated

Belittled

Broken

You were the perfect candidate 

to go on a journey of becoming 

with Papa

Would you finally surrender

For Papa to have His way 

To heal your broken heart

Fine tune your character

Do a heart transplant

Enemies and challenges were 

sent to silence you

Papa used them to strip you

To train you

Till you were transformed into His bride without spot or wrinkle

Away from the crowd you 

faced your fears

Your deepest pain held the key 

to your freedom 

In isolation you find your voice

Your “crisis” awakened the 

lioness in you 

Orchestrated in heaven

Sons and daughters obeyed, surrendered and died to self.

— Ebigale Wilson

Crisis

The Journey