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”
Curled up on the couch, I watched the sun rise over the ridge. Fresh, cool air streamed in through the open window awakening my senses, drawing my attention to the One who loves me. I cradled my coffee cup and sipped from its warm goodness. I’m learning how to be still and quiet my spirit when I’m seeking the Lord.
Stirring deep in my spirit came a song, “Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn … “
Lord, You are my God — my Father. I am Your child who adores You. I long to know You more. I yearn to understand the depth of Your love. I want to hear You, God, but there is so much noise, so many distractions, a mountain of responsibilities.
Help me, Lord. Help me shut out the noise and seek You first above all things.
The inky jet of night blanketed the earth in deafening silence. Stillness. Thoroughness. A billion stars scattered tiny points of light high above me. But the complete darkness outside my window remained — heaven’s light was out of view.
Much like my own inward light.
Lord, I’m crying out to You for You are my strong tower, my sure place, my shelter in the storm. Call me from the deep and I will come. Let me hear Your voice, Lord.
As deep calls to deep, I know You are near.
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.
Lord, I desire to honor You in all things — to glorify Your Name throughout the earth. Truly, I do! But my tongue! I need to “biteth thy tongue” more, and do so faster before it breaks free.
I need Your help. You have given me self-control.
But I need the want-to.
My heart ached for peace. The days had been long. The nights longer still. Deep in my spirit I heard the Lord’s delicate whisper calling me to come, to be still and remember that He is God.
My spirit, weak with battle fatigue, struggled to remember that He is God.
Lord, You are my Shepherd, I shall not want for any good thing. You lead me in the paths of righteousness for Your Name’s sake. I want to be like a sheep in Your pasture, but lately I’ve been acting more like a mule.
It’s very subtle — most wouldn’t notice. But I do … and I’m sure You do as You search my heart and find anxious thoughts and attitudes that are not of You.
Huddled beneath the covers wishing the morning away, I recognized His sweet whisper, “I am for you, not against you. You are my child. You have not been forsaken.” I squeezed my eyes and scrunched up my face because, although I believed what the Lord was speaking to me, my reality felt very different. I wondered, Where is God when it hurts?
I felt alone in many ways.