Take hope in the knowledge that you are cherished by the One who made you—you are sheltered in the shadow of His wing, close to His heart. It is my prayer that as we get to know one another you, too, will see beyond the veil and will learn to say, “Even so, I walk in the Presence of the Lord”
"But You, O Lord, are a shield for me,My glory and the One who lifts up my head." ~ Psalm 3:3, NKJV "The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust Him with all my heart.He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving." ~ Psalm...
A song in the wind whistled through the pines. Looking up, I took in the majesty of a September sky. I could hear the wind’s song — like a melody played on the strings of a violin. Soft and low. Its moan reflected the cry in my heart — the need for peace and reassurance. I needed to recognize God’s abiding presence.
As pavement transitioned to gravel, and pastureland spread wide, three bluebirds swooped low, crossing my path.
Lord, my hope is found in You. This I know and I rely upon — You remain faithful. My heart is holding onto hope, but I’m fighting to keep my grip from slipping.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but You promise to deliver us from them all. Fiery trials are on every side, uncertain futures frighten me.
When I consider the ways of God, I often think about His grace – what difference does the grace of God make in my life?
Recently, we awoke to cool mountain air. Rain peppered down on earth parched by two weeks of a hot late summer. The air felt fresh. Birds sang, praising their Creator for the refreshing rain.
"Before you do anything, put your trust totally in God and not in yourself. Then every plan you make will succeed." ~ Proverbs 16:3, TPT "being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus...
Streams in the Desert lay open next to my Bible, its pages dog-eared and underlined, with scribbled notes in margins after years of repeated use. This is my seventh year pouring over these life-changing words, and yet this sweet devotional spoke fresh to me again this morning. I had to ask myself, “Why should I thank God for my thorns?”
George Matheson, the well-known blind preacher of Scotland once said, ‘My dear God, I have never thanked You for my thorns … ‘
Lord, You are my strength and my song. In the night seasons, You come to me and the light of Your glory permeates my darkness and settles my soul. Your presence is so real to me — Your love so palpable.
Why am I discouraged? Why is my soul disquieted within me, weary from a steady stream of events in this fallen world?
Often, I find myself thinking about how to trace God’s hand — how to understand His ways and His thoughts. I know I can trust Him, but sometimes life is just plain hard.
I remember choosing the blue crayon — cobalt. The color of deep sky reaching the heavenly heights.
Lord, I love how powerful You are. I have seen Your light, I have watched the enemy tremble at the mention of Your Name. Let faith arise in me because fear is sneaking around tapping on my shoulder.
I know a lot of the ‘fear’ Scriptures: “Do not be afraid, for I am with you.” …