I sat on the front porch, Bible in hand, enjoying my quiet time with the Lord as I poured out my heart to Him. I noticed a storm cloud coming over the ridge. Dark. Ominous. The wind kicked up bringing refreshing cool air with its breeze.
I went back to reading. Praying. Crying out to the Lord.
From the corner of my eye a bright light flashed. Immediately the earth trembled with roaring thunder.
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We awoke to cool mountain air this morning. Rain peppered down on earth parched by two weeks of an unbearable July heatwave. The air felt fresh. Birds sang. Hummingbirds darted around their sugar water in a feeding frenzy.
It was delightful.
My goodness, what a difference a day makes.
What a difference God’s grace makes!
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O Lord, You are my God. You are my Redeemer, my Counselor, my Prince of Peace. You are my Savior and my Lord. I yearn to be set apart for Your glory — to be a light in the darkness, the sweet aroma of Christ for those I encounter along the way.
These are the desires of my heart.
But my life feels like a mess.
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Shadows laced together like interlocking fingers carpeting the trail beneath my feet. Blue chicory mingled with fuchsia-painted sweet pea among the boulders heralding my hike.
A cool breeze rubbed against my neck stiff with tension and whispered for me to look up to the sky wrought with glory.
But I didn’t want to.
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Lord, I know You are with me. Always! Regardless of my circumstances, You promised to never leave me nor forsake me. Even King David said “Where can I flee from Your Spirit?”
I know You are faithful to fulfill Your Word. I trust You.
But right now, in the middle of this chaos, this crazy detour, this very difficult place, I cannot sense Your Presence. Although I know You’re here I need to feel the touch of Your hand.
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The birdhouse hangs in the corner of my porch beneath the eaves, its teal blue paint bringing the color of heavenly places a little closer. Twigs jut out from the circular opening, evidence of a home for momma bird’s little ones.
In the ancient juniper next to the house, daddy bird sings his heart out. Day in and day out, rain or shine, blustery or calm, I hear him in the branches — his song fills the air with praise and perhaps love for his beloved nestled in the twigs.
My heart smiles.
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