The earth lay still outside my window. Quiet. Peace-full. The interlude between the dark of night and the light of dawn is extraordinary and always awakens me to the things of God. The majesty of a sunrise quickens my awareness of His presence, and opens my heart as a chamber for peace.
This morning was no different. The eastern sky held a blanket of lavender and blush which slowly lowered its beauty over this tumultuous world.
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Father, You are Jehovah-Shalom, the Lord my peace. I know of Your sovereignty — I appreciate Your sovereignty. Understanding that You have complete authority over all things is a great comfort to me. Help me look to You at all times and remember that You are God.
There are days when I insist on taking matters into my own hands … as if I know better. It’s ridiculous, I know.
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The aged apple tree stretched toward the heavens with its thin, finger-like branches. It grew on the forest’s edge surrounded by pine, oak, and hemlocks — growing despite its conditions, which was quite obviously a happenstance, a surprise to its forest shadows … a reflection of God’s goodness and grace.
And now, as autumn has its last hoorah before winter’s chill, my eye saw something new …
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Father, You have taught me to say, “It is well with my soul,” regardless of what I am facing. Life is hard, but You are good. You are faithful and true. When I look to You, You turn my mourning, my sorrow, and my despair into joyful dancing before You. My heart becomes filled with praise — not because of my circumstances, but because of Your abiding presence.
Please forgive me for when I allow the difficult places to consume me, and I give them all my attention. I quickly become overwhelmed, submerged below the murky darkness they create. You have made a way for me to be free from the chains that bind me. You promise to give me beauty for my ashes, and praise instead of despair.
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Autumn reds have transformed into deepest burgundy velvet; lemon yellows now reflect burnished gold. Stark branches stretch towards the heavens and yield their transition into winter to the hands of their Creator, the Lord our God.
I picked up my steps as I rounded the curve along our country road. A strong north wind watered my eyes and blushed my cheeks. But my thoughts turned towards Jesus and His unfailing love and especially towards His mercy, new every morning …
Especially His mercy, new every morning.
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