The Lord Goes Before Us Into the Storm
Dementia is full of unknowns and difficult places. I know this. But I need not be afraid because the Lord goes before us.
Still … I walked to maintain my sanity and turn my focus on Him.
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A Prayer When Your Shield of Faith Takes a Hard Hit
Lord, You have taught me that You are my shield, my great reward. I can depend on You — and I do. I can trust You — and I do.
You surround me with songs of deliverance, protecting me from the assaults of the enemy. Thank You for Your faithfulness.
I’m the one who isn’t always faithful.
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When Anguish of the Heart Leads Us Straight to Jesus
Kneeling by my bed, I poured out the pain of my heart to the Lord. Tears streamed as anguish gripped my heart — pain so deep that no words could adequately describe.
Groaning too deep for words.
Pure exhaustion washed over me.
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A Prayer When Our Path Leads Through Gethsemane
Lord, You alone are worthy of praise for You are good. You are faithful, and True. On You I can depend.
Your goodness is constant. Even when my circumstances lead me through Gethsemane, Your goodness still stands.
I can’t rely on my feelings — and I don’t want to — but doggone it, my emotions run so …
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The Morning Star Rises in Our Hearts and Breaks the Dawn
The inky jet of night blanketed the earth in deafening silence. Stillness. Thoroughness. A billion stars scattered tiny points of light high above me. But the complete darkness outside my window remained — heaven’s light was out of view.
Much like my own inward light.
The darkness reflected my thoughts — thoughts of discouragement. Depression. Where was my light of joy and peace?
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A Prayer When God is Shrouded by a Cloud and Can’t be Seen
Lord, great is Your faithfulness! You are mighty to save, sovereign over all things. I trust You, really I do, but when You are shrouded by a cloud, and I can’t find You in my difficult place, doubt finds an entrance.
When Your Presence is shrouded by a cloud of adversity, I easily lose my way.
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Discovering Ruach, The Powerful Breath of God
I walked along our country road thinking about the breath of God. Ruach. Beside me, fallen leaves rustled and swirled around in a gentle breeze that escorted me on my path. I watched and listened as I kept up my pace, thankful for the cooling of the breeze, pondering the movement of the leaves that seemingly came alive, yet in reality were dead.
The leaves had fallen — a sure sign of an early fall.
Their color was gone now. They were dry and brittle.
And yet they danced in the wind — moved by the powerful breath of God. Ruach.
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