High above the meadow, nestled in the branches of the oak tree, a melody rang out. Cloaked in red velvet, a cardinal sang praise to her Creator. She was in a safe place, held in the shelter of the oak, supported by the strength of branches bare against the wind of winter’s cold.
She found a safe place to praise.
High above the fray.
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Lord, I can hear You calling, feel You nudging, tapping my shoulder to turn and face You and fall into Your open arms. You want me to rest in You, to conquer the anxiety pounding in my heart — the depression that stifles and isolates me.
You want me to stand still, be still, cease striving, and watch as You part the waters that I must pass through.
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Elijah, the mighty man of God, lay hiding in a cave. This, after the Angel of the Lord found him sleeping beneath a broom tree to which he had shouted to the heavens, “It is enough! Now, Lord, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!” His despondency called for a gentle whisper of reassurance — anything from the God he served.
And the amazing thing is that these points of desperation occurred after this mighty man of God had defeated 450 of Baal’s prophets. by. him. self. Elijah knew the power of God. He knew the faithfulness of God. Yet he ran for his life because he feared a woman named Jezebel.
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I know many trudging through a valley right now. Remind them of Your presence with them, Lord. Open their eyes to see the things worthy of praise, even in the valley — especially in the valley: Your river of Living Water. The lush greens of new growth. The resting places to ponder Your majesty on the mountaintop.
Valleys are indeed beautiful, for it is in the valley that we may behold Your glory. Thank You for this insight.
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It is said, “The darkest hours of night are just before the dawn.”
Perhaps that’s because of the contrast between dark and light. The contrast emboldens the darkness yet welcomes the inevitable light. That fine line between despair and hope. The bridge of reassurance across the abyss of brokenness.
And in that moment of darkest night the soul wrestles with simply giving up. Giving in. And the forces of hell come against the child of God because the enemy knows the breakthrough is coming.
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Thank You for going before me into all of my tomorrows. You lift me up when I struggle to stand. You carry me with Your strength when I’m too weak to go on. You shelter me in the shadow of Your wing and lift up Your banner of war against my enemy. I praise You for Your love.
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As I peered out the window toward the setting sun, the wall of clouds darkened, shadowed by the twilight. The wind began to rise. There was a surging now — an urgency — like dust billowing and swirling around stampeding hooves.
I could sense God’s Presence. His protective watchcare. Even with trepidation building in my heart, I knew I was not alone. God was with me just as He has been with me through the storms of brokenness that swirl and billow across my weary spirit.
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