My heart ached for peace. The days had been long. The nights longer still. Deep in my spirit I heard the Lord’s delicate whisper calling me to come, to be still and remember that He is God.
My spirit, weak with battle fatigue, struggled to remember that He is God.
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Lord, You are my Shepherd, I shall not want for any good thing. You lead me in the paths of righteousness for Your Name’s sake. I want to be like a sheep in Your pasture, but lately I’ve been acting more like a mule.
It’s very subtle — most wouldn’t notice. But I do … and I’m sure You do as You search my heart and find anxious thoughts and attitudes that are not of You.
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Huddled beneath the covers wishing the morning away, I recognized His sweet whisper, “I am for you, not against you. You are my child. You have not been forsaken.” I squeezed my eyes and scrunched up my face because, although I believed what the Lord was speaking to me, my reality felt very different. I wondered, Where is God when it hurts?
I felt alone in many ways.
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Lord, I feel safe with You. When the world is spinning out of control, when flames of trial are lapping at my legs, I know I can run to You. You are my hiding place — this I know very well.
But I keep peeking out at the Enemy’s ambush.
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The morning light felt gentle and warm against my troubled spirit. I sat on the porch sipping my coffee, Bible in lap, birds offering praise from the old Juniper tree. Peace settled over me — contentment that had been missing for quite some time as I had prayed, “Where are You, Lord in my difficult season?”
“Speak to me through Your Word, Lord. I’m listening.”
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Lord, what a wonder You are. I stand in awe at Your goodness and Your faithfulness to me. You are teaching me to look to You, Jesus — and I’m trying — but the Enemy is continuously tapping on my shoulder and whispering to me.
It’s so annoying … and distracting.
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Some seasons of life are harder than others — they all come with purpose, but the difficult places can be very hard to overcome. How does God use the flames of affliction in our lives? Why does He choose this method?
I considered the ways of God as I struck the match and pressed its flame against the candle wick. Within moments, a globe of fire consumed the string and burned bright. I watched as the flame grew stronger, melting the aromatic candle.
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