A gentle wind began to blow across the hillside. Multitudes of people sat at Jesus’s feet learning of God’s love. Their bellies were filled with fish and bread — a miracle from heaven — even when the disciples’ doubt tried to prevent the miracle. As darkness began to fall, Jesus sent the people on their way, and told the disciples to get in their boat and go before Him to the other side.
Jesus, on the other hand, went up on the mountain by Himself to pray.
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Lord, this walk of faith is hard sometimes. It’s full of perils and hardships, unknowns and very difficult places.
But it’s not unknown to You.
You teach us to walk by faith and not by sight, but some days that is hard.
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My song rang out loud and clear as I walked along the dirt road rambling across the mountain ridge. Sunlight warmed my shoulders. Praise warmed my heart.
As I sang, I noticed the song of a bluebird, an unlikely comrade on my walk, perched on a limb of the oak butted up against the road. I stopped to admire him.
When I stopped singing, he stopped singing. When I sang a note, he sang a note.
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Lord, if ever our world needed You, it is now. Life as we have known it seems to be eroding — dissolving, disintegrating — right in front of our eyes.
But You are aware of this. Nothing that is happening is without Your watchful eye. You have not abandoned us. You have not forsaken us.
And You never will.
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Several years ago I sat on a moss-laden boulder wedged in the soil high above the river streaming through the valley below — a stream set in purpose, a stream of life, a stream of beauty even as it flowed over broken branches and places filled with jagged rocks.
It flowed steady.
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Lord, You are our sure place, our constant heartbeat in an unsure world. You are faithful. You are trustworthy.
You are God.
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Passion flowed from his lips. Anguish. Desperation. Desire to evoke change.
Behind him throngs of multi-colored skin shouted. Some cried. Some clung to each other for courage as the amber glow of flames lit up the night sky while blasts of tear gas exploded and the harsh pops of firecrackers sprinkled more anger in the darkness of the city streets.
But this young man — he touched my heart.
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