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
His Voice as Gentle as a Light Refreshing Breeze
The air had been still as I sat on my porch, even though I knew storms were brewing from the west. A light, refreshing breeze began to blow, stirring the air ahead of the storm. I sat quietly before the Lord considering His ways.
Just that morning my spirit awakened within me as I considered wisdom from Oswald Chambers in My Utmost for His Highest: “The voice of the Spirit is as gentle as a zephyr, so gentle that unless you are living in perfect communion with God, you never hear it …
My Confident Expectation is in You, Lord, My Helper
Father, to You I lift up my soul, I have placed my trust in You. My confident expectation is in You, therefore I have hope. Your love has never failed me.
Keep my eyes on You. Keep my heart ever before You so that I might walk steadfastly in Your paths of righteousness. With You by my side, my footing is sure. You go before me into an uncertain future, making a way in the impossibilities.
Roots Dug Deep, Challenging the Gale-Force Winds
The windswept branches snaked around the body of the tree, curling, grasping. Weather-beaten, the tree defied all odds. It stood its ground. Roots dug deep, clinching their fists into the rocky soil of the mountain ridge, challenging the gale-force winds in battle after battle.
And stood it did.
Your Voice is in The Whirlwind, Lord. Let Me Hear You
Father, in the chaos, You remain. In the difficult places, You draw near and comfort me. Often, life feels like a whirlwind! But I am learning to listen because Scripture tells me Your voice is in the whirlwind.
When the winds of adversity howl and the storm is rocking and rolling, I can be assured of Your presence. The sound of Your thunder is in the storm.
A Cool Breeze Seemed to Whisper, “Look Up Child”
Shadows laced together like interlocking fingers carpeting the trail beneath my feet. Blue chicory mingled with fuchsia-painted sweet peas among the boulders heralding my hike. A cool breeze rubbed against my neck stiff with tension and whispered, “Look up, child. The sky is filled with My glory.”
But I didn’t want to.
Lions Won’t Retreat, Lord. Make Me Bold as a Lion
Father, many are the afflictions of the righteous, but You promise to deliver us out of them all. And You will. But as I wait and the enemy continues to pummel me, I ask that You make me bold as a lion to withstand him.
I won’t surrender. I won’t give in, but I sure could use some fortification. I am weary from the battle and I feel vulnerable to the attacks.
Without a Care in the Word … Is This Possible?
The fly fisherman, seemingly without a care in the world, leaned back, ripples of river swirling around his knees. A glint of sunlight skipped across the water as the dawn opened its eyes. Raising his fishing rod strategically upward, sideways, and a little bit backward, he snapped his wrist and released the reel.
The whirling sound of fishing-line-set-free filled the air. It soared over the river, arching in the gentle breeze …
You Tell Me to Take Heart Daughter. I’m Trying, Lord
'Jesus turned, and seeing her He said, 'Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.' And instantly the woman was made well.' ~ Matthew 9:22, ESV "Be strong and courageous [take heart]. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is...
Groanings Too Deep for Words Opened My Eye to See Him
Kneeling by my bed, I poured out the pain of my heart to the Lord. Tears streamed as anguish gripped me — pain so deep no words could adequately describe it. Surely Job must have felt this way with groanings too deep for words.
Pure exhaustion washed over me. Then stillness as I knelt in His Presence and peace enveloped me once again.