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”
I watched a dark cloud on the horizon — the deep charcoal threatening-kind-of-dark cloud. A storm was coming with significant rain and fierce winds. My life was facing a fierce storm, too. As I searched the sky, my heart searched for the grace of God.
A gray veil settled over our mountain hollar as the clouds rolled in, dimming the fresh greens of early summer. I sipped my coffee as I watched the sultry clouds deepen over the ridge.
Lord, I hear You calling me. I know Your voice, I recognize Your presence, and I am confident of Your assignment before me. I want to obey — I want to mount up with wings of eagles and soar for Your glory … but my wings won’t flap.
It’s like they are paralyzed. Stuck in time. Why Lord? Why am I afraid to totally trust You? Actually, I think I do trust You, but I don’t trust ME.
I sat on the knoll just above the creek. The grass had been warmed by the sun, encouraging its slender blades to thrust themselves into the mountain’s unexpected early spring. I pondered the things of God -- can I trust Him to do the impossible ... for me? Can I Trust...
Lord, great is Your faithfulness! Your mercies are new every morning, Your love endures forever. The dark of midnight shrouds me as I wait for the dawn — as I wait for You.
I know You have heard my cry.
I relaxed on the gentle slope alongside the river flowing through the mountain valley. Life had been difficult. Do you know that season? When life doesn’t make sense? It was one of those days.
The silken ribbon streaming in front of me captured my gaze — its beginning and end I knew not.
However, its Creator I know well.
Lord, many are the afflictions of the righteous, but You have promised to deliver us out of them all. I stand on Your promises. I trust that You are my strong tower — that I can run to You and be safe high above my Enemy.
But sometimes I trip along the way.
I sat on the knoll beneath our apple tree. A stiff breeze showered me with apple blossoms while I peeked through the limbs at a thunderhead brewing on the edge of a periwinkle sky. My mind drifted. How is it that I can know the magnificence of God? His majesty. His holiness … His awesome power.
I thought of the day when He said, “I will be your God and You will be My child” — that wondrous day of my salvation when I entered into a covenant love with my Maker.
Lord, life is hard — often! Without You, I don’t think I could have made it. I know Your grace is sufficient, but I must learn to consistently make space for grace.
In my mind’s eye I can see You pouring living water from a golden pitcher onto the parched earth. As it falls, I watch it transform into manna — morsels of grace — provided from Your hand.
As I walked along the country road enjoying the gentle breeze of an approaching storm, I recalled a quote from F.B. Meyer, “Never fear the rough waters ahead which through their proud contempt impede your progress. God is greater than the roar of raging water and the mighty waves of the sea. ‘The Lord sits enthroned over the flood; the Lord is enthroned as King forever’ (Psalm 29:10). A storm is simply the hem of His robe, the sign of His coming, and the evidence of His Presence.”