It is said that the eyes are the window to our souls, and though I could not see into his eyes, I had the overwhelming feeling that those tiny black globes were staring directly into mine. Searching. Questioning.
He just hovered there, bobbing up and down, left and right. I gripped my coffee cup and dared not move lest the hummingbird became frightened and darted away from the window.
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Father, where can I go from Your presence? If I find myself in the deepest, darkest valley of difficulty, You are there. You never leave me … You never forsake me. You are my reason to be thankful.
When I can’t praise You for my circumstances, I can always praise You for who You are. Praise and a thankful heart go hand in hand — there can’t be one without the other. Not really.
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Father, I love Your tenderness — I need Your tenderness. I’m strengthened in the battle with Your mighty power, but I am comforted by Your tender watch-care. Even though You are Almighty God, when a sparrow falls or Your child cries, You know and You care, Lord,
You are faithful to draw near to the brokenhearted and those who are crushed in Spirit. What a wonderful God You are, full of compassion … gracious, and kind.
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The air had been still as I sat on my porch, even though I knew storms were brewing from the west. A light, refreshing breeze began to blow, stirring the air ahead of the storm. I sat quietly before the Lord considering His ways.
Just that morning my spirit awakened within me as I considered wisdom from Oswald Chambers in My Utmost for His Highest: “The voice of the Spirit is as gentle as a zephyr, so gentle that unless you are living in perfect communion with God, you never hear it …
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Father, to You I lift up my soul, I have placed my trust in You. My confident expectation is in You, therefore I have hope. Your love has never failed me.
Keep my eyes on You. Keep my heart ever before You so that I might walk steadfastly in Your paths of righteousness. With You by my side, my footing is sure. You go before me into an uncertain future, making a way in the impossibilities.
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The windswept branches snaked around the body of the tree, curling, grasping. Weather-beaten, the tree defied all odds. It stood its ground. Roots dug deep, clinching their fists into the rocky soil of the mountain ridge, challenging the gale-force winds in battle after battle.
And stood it did.
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