I relaxed on the gentle slope alongside the river flowing through the mountain valley. Cupping my knees with my arms, I lifted my eyes to look out across the silken ribbon streaming in front of me — its beginning and end I knew not.
Its Creator, though, I know well.
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Lord, not only are You my refuge, but You are my strength when life is hard. My strength, Lord!
You. Are. My. Strength.
When I am weary and worn, You come alongside me and carry me.
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I curled up on the end of our couch sipping hot coffee on that chilly May morning — gathering my thoughts, resting in the Lord … being still and remembering that He is God, and pondering His Secret Place. I’ve often sought understanding of this sacred place found in the shadow of His Presence.
It was a simple moment, but a holy one.
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Lord, there’s a whole lot of shaping and molding going on in my life right now. I know this has purpose, but it sure is uncomfortable! I’m thankful You have taught me to recognize the pressure from Your hands — the hands of my Potter.
For You are the Potter and I am but clay.
I want to be pliable in Your hands.
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Spring rains brought on a growth spurt in my old grapevine. While gardening Saturday evening I noticed an offshoot making its way up the nearby apple tree. Ringlets of vine — tendrils — spiraled around tree branches as it climbed, securing the vine before venturing farther on its pursuit of strength and growth.
I paid attention to the climbing.
Higher and higher, stretching toward the heavens.
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Lord, I have been praying and praying for outcomes beyond my control. I know You hear me. I know and believe You respond. But it’s hard to maintain this walk of faith when the situation seems to be getting worse.
While I wait.
And wait.
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The child dangled from a large tree limb, legs flailing, tongue wailing. She was stuck and terrified of dangling so far above the ground — terrified even more of letting go to slip into her father’s arms flung outstretched beneath her. Her saga on the limb, though dangerous, was a sure thing, even if she didn’t like it — though she dangled, her grasp was strong and the limb sturdy.
But she was stuck and afraid.
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