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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Father, in the chaos, You remain. In the difficult places, You draw near and comfort me. Often, life feels like a whirlwind! But I am learning to listen because Scripture tells me Your voice is in the whirlwind.
When the winds of adversity howl and the storm is rocking and rolling, I can be assured of Your presence. The sound of Your thunder is in the storm.
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Shadows laced together like interlocking fingers carpeting the trail beneath my feet. Blue chicory mingled with fuchsia-painted sweet peas among the boulders heralding my hike. A cool breeze rubbed against my neck stiff with tension and whispered, “Look up, child. The sky is filled with My glory.”
But I didn’t want to.
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Father, many are the afflictions of the righteous, but You promise to deliver us out of them all. And You will. But as I wait and the enemy continues to pummel me, I ask that You make me bold as a lion to withstand him.
I won’t surrender. I won’t give in, but I sure could use some fortification. I am weary from the battle and I feel vulnerable to the attacks.
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The fly fisherman, seemingly without a care in the world, leaned back, ripples of river swirling around his knees. A glint of sunlight skipped across the water as the dawn opened its eyes. Raising his fishing rod strategically upward, sideways, and a little bit backward, he snapped his wrist and released the reel.
The whirling sound of fishing-line-set-free filled the air. It soared over the river, arching in the gentle breeze …
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‘Jesus turned, and seeing her He said, ‘Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you...
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Kneeling by my bed, I poured out the pain of my heart to the Lord. Tears streamed as anguish gripped me — pain so deep no words could adequately describe it. Surely Job must have felt this way with groanings too deep for words.
Pure exhaustion washed over me. Then stillness as I knelt in His Presence and peace enveloped me once again.
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