Take hope in the knowledge that you are cherished by the One who made you—you are sheltered in the shadow of His wing, close to His heart. It is my prayer that as we get to know one another you, too, will see beyond the veil and will learn to say, “Even so, I walk in the Presence of the Lord”
With joy,
Nan
I’ve Got a Grip on Hope, Lord. Help Me Hang On
Father, You are the Holy One, the One True God. You are my Beloved and I am Yours — You call me daughter. I’m so thankful I have a grip on hope, knowing that You have a sovereign plan for all things. And yet, some days it’s just plain hard to hang on. Help me keep my eyes on You. When my eyes are on You, the things of earth grow smaller and no longer threaten me. When I consider You and all Your ways, I find peace and I’m able to keep a grip on hope.
What reassurance this gives me!
The Sun Pushed Against the Foggy Veil Obscuring Him
Fog lay thick as a shroud this morning. A cool mist blanketed the earth as early fall temperatures butted up against the dog days of summer. I couldn’t see the old apple tree, but I could hear the morning choir perched on its branches. The sky held a warm glow as the sun pushed against the foggy veil.
My heart carried heavy burdens as I sat in the stillness of the morning. I prayed and watched, and watched and prayed as the fog began to lift. Prayer escaped my lips and drifted heavenward.
Be Found in Me, Lord. Transform Me Into Your Likeness
Father, I often feel so much like Paul: the things I don’t want to do, I do! And the things I do want to do, I don’t. Oh, wretched one that I am. Please forgive me. My flesh is a real mess sometimes. But, thank God … I walk close enough to You to realize it. And to desire even more for You to transform me into Your likeness so I might glorify You.
The battle between flesh and blood is real, hard, and sometimes painful as I confront those things in my heart that are not of You … there is a cost to discipleship. Sanctification truly resembles a fire some days — a Refiner’s fire making all things beautiful, a Refiner’s fire that burns away the dross and works on making me holy as You are holy. For this I’m thankful.
It’s the Flame that Melts the Hardened Heart
Closing my eyes, I leaned back and sat still, waiting on the Lord. I knew He wanted to show me something. Life had been hard. The flame of adversity had been fierce. Relentless. I found myself seeking the Lord for solace … and understanding.
I struck the match and pressed its flame against the candlewick. Within moments, a globe of fire consumed the string and burned bright. I watched as the flame grew stronger, melting the aromatic candle. The more melting occurred, the stronger the fragrance — the farther its reach as the aroma permeated the room.
Lord, Lead Me Beside the Still, Quiet Waters of Rest
Father, Your mercy is great, Your love beyond comprehension. I don’t deserve such love, yet You lavish it upon me. You turn my sorrow into joy and my despair into hope. Lead me beside the still and quiet waters of rest where You restore my soul. In Your presence, I find peace and contentment.
When You call to me to come and sit with You awhile, I don’t want to be stubborn and stiff-necked. I don’t want to continue in my own strength — I want my flesh to lie down and my spirit to rise up and say, “Yes, Lord. I’m coming. Your servant is listening.”
Today is the Time Frame of The Great I AM … He Is!
Glorious brushstrokes from the hand of God awaken the dawn as indigo blue gives way to fuschia and tangerine orange. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is yet to be, but today — today is the moment in which we live and is the time frame of the Great I AM. His grace IS sufficient. Great IS His faithfulness. He IS a very present help in times of trouble.
He is.
Right now. Each moment of each new day.
You Refresh my Soul and Replenish My Sorrow with Joy, Lord
Father, Your great love enfolds me, wrapping me in the warmth of Your abiding presence. I’m so grateful for the touch of Your hand. You refresh my soul when I am weary, and You replenish — restore — my sorrow with joy.
Great is your faithfulness, O Lord! My hope is in You, therefore, I find my peace in You … You comfort and refresh me. Blessed be Your Name.
The Awakening of the Dawn from Eternity’s Perspective
And the angels of the Lord cry holy … holy … holy is the Lord. Do you suppose the angels sing and rejoice with the awakening of each dawn? They, who are clothed in light and know no personal darkness, do they rejoice in the greatness of the Lord as they view the rising of the sun from eternity’s perspective?
And acknowledge Him?
As does creation?
Put on the Armor of God Daily … Please Help Me Lord
Father, You have made a way for me to stand strong in battle and be tenacious in my faith. You have provided the full armor of God to bring me victory, but it’s up to me to put it on daily. In this hour, I cannot be willy-nilly about this — putting on the full armor of God must become a daily discipline if I want to withstand the evil one.
You have given me the helmet of salvation to guard my mind and thoughts, to declare to the enemy and the world that I am in Your army bringing the kingdom of God to earth. What an honor … what a privilege. Yet, I have learned that acceptance of this call is like a welcome mat to the enemy, inviting spiritual warfare into most of my days.