Category: beyond the veil

No Matter the Depth of Night’s Darkness, He is There

Out of the darkened chamber of night, the new day dawns. Ebony turns to shades of apricot and lavender, washing over the earth, reflecting God’s glory in the rivers, lakes, puddles, dew drops — shades of grace light up the morning.

God’s glory cannot be halted — it will always be revealed, no matter the depth of night’s darkness.

His light of morning grows and spreads and permeates the earth with the hope of a new day …

No matter the deprivation of the soul.

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A Prayer When You’re Searching For a Rainbow in Your Clouds

Lord, You are good. so good. This I know and this I press into when life comes at me hard. I am in covenant with You, therefore nothing comes my way without Your knowledge.

My hope is in You alone. You truly are my anchor on this wave-tossed sea.

This knowledge of Your Truth is my rainbow of promise that I belong to You.

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A Tribute to Our Beautiful Blue Boy

Sunday morning we said goodbye to our beloved Blue. It was sudden. No warnings. He collapsed and a subsequent exploratory surgery with an emergency vet revealed massive amounts of cancer

Blue had shown no signs of illness — aging, yes. Slowing down a bit as his muzzle grayed … yes. But he was happy, eating, thrilled by his daily walks … until he collapsed.

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God is My Fortress — a Fortress of Care

David shuffled along while we walked Blue this afternoon, arm locked in mine to offer him balance. His countenance was dim today. His shoulders stooped, brows furrowed.

Dementia is taking its toll and slowly taking my soulmate.

But a beautiful thing happened while we walked — a shining example of God’s tender watchcare during this extremely difficult season …

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A Prayer When You Know He is the God of Peace but You Feel So Confused

Lord, I long to follow You closely — You. My Master, my Savior, my Lord. Place my feet in Your footsteps.

You, Lord, are my everything — the One I desire. You are my sustenance — my Bread of Life. You are my Light in the darkness — my Morning Star. My courage in fear, my hope in despair.

My Peace.

So why do I feel so confused?

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Sapphire … the Color of Love on a Bleak Afternoon

The birdfeeder stands with its generous invitation just outside my window. I take great joy in watching the cardinals, chickadees, goldfinches, and wrens feast at my table.

Sheer delight.

Monday afternoon my heart skipped a beat.

From the corner of my eye I saw a flash of rich, intense sapphire blue. It was an indigo bunting! His gorgeous blue feathers glistened in the sunlight, reflecting the radiance of His Creator.

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Longing For Zion in a Foreign Land

The morning light felt gentle and warm against my troubled spirit. I sat on the porch sipping my coffee, Bible in lap, Blue by my side. Peace settled over me — contentment that had been missing for quite some time.

“Speak to me through Your Word, Lord. I’m listening,” I prayed.

Opening my Bible, my eyes fell on the subtitle of Psalm 137: Longing for Zion in a Foreign Land. I paused and considered the season of life I’m experiencing.

It feels foreign to me.

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A Prayer When You’re Stuck Between Expectations and Reality

Lord, I trusted You. I really did. I shared all of my dreams with You, my heart’s desires, my plans — I gave them all to You because I trust in Your faithfulness. I know Your goodness.

I know that I know You hear me when I call out to you … and You respond.

But now everything seems to be on hold. Now, sometimes, I wonder if You care about my disappointments, my difficulty in seeing everything come to a halt while I wait.

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That Moment When You First See Jesus

I tucked my legs beneath me and curled up on the couch sipping a warm cup of coffee. Opening the pages of My Utmost for His Highest, I read Oswald Chambers’ wise words:

“Being saved and seeing Jesus are not the same thing. Many are partakers of God’s grace who have never seen Jesus. When once you have seen Jesus, you can never be the same, other things do not appeal as they used to do.”

I pondered these words for quite some time seeking understanding.

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Consider the Ant and the Giant

He was so tiny. All six legs moved in synch as his jaws struggled to carry the beetle delicacy across the porch, down the steps, through the dense foliage of an uncut lawn, and into his ant hill where family and friends awaited

.n ant. A tiny, red ant.

I wonder if he realized how outsized he was by the ugly black beetle — a mere little soldier ant versus what must have seemed to be a gargantuan bug. Big. Ugly. And complete with those prickly legs.

Honestly, the ant didn’t seem fazed.

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