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
Surely It Will Come, But It Takes Time – God’s Time
I wait for the sunrise, for surely it will come. But it takes time. The ebony of night fades into ribbons of lavender swirling through a golden sky, and soon the sun crests the mountain ridge.
Like the darkness morphing into glorious light, so ashes will bring forth beauty.
Will You Roll the Stone Away, Lord? I Need a Miracle
Lord, You are the risen Savior — death no longer holds its sting. You conquered the grave, You made a way for me to know the Father, You made a way to make me whole. The stone was rolled away — not because You needed it to happen, but so that we could behold the miracle of Your resurrection. Will You roll the stone away again … for me? Symbolically? I need to see a miracle.
The stone was rolled away to prove anything is possible with You. Nothing in heaven or earth is too hard for You.
Holy God, Holy Man. An Unseen Tempest Began to Roar
Holy God. Holy Man.
Wholly God. Wholly Man.
The dust swirled about their feet and spiraled upward as the unseen tempest began to roar. It was a tempest of the heart — a gut-wrenching revelation that would change the world. But … they mocked and cackled and cast their self-righteous stones upon the One who came to open their eyes to see and know God.
God, You Hold the World in Your Hands. Hold Mine Too
Lord, I’m so thankful for Your sovereignty. To know You have full authority over all the earth comforts me. God, You hold the world in Your hands! What a glorious thought.
You must be so grieved by the depravity of mankind who seeks self-gratification at all costs.
Many gods are being raised up before You — there are many idols governing the hearts of mankind creating havoc fear, division, and destruction of all things good.
When Peace Evaded Me, Where Was My God?
I tucked my legs beneath me in the corner of the sofa. Coffee steam rose from my favorite cup. I clutched my Bible to my chest and rested my head against the sofa’s back. My eyes closed while I tried to settle my spirit, but peace seemed like a distant desire with no relief in sight. I felt very troubled. Peace evaded me.
One of my favorite psalms began to flow from my heart and escape my lips:
Hear my cry, O God; Attend to my prayer …
Open My Eyes Lord, I Can’t See You for The Tears
Lord, You promise to draw near to the brokenhearted and those crushed in spirit. By faith, I know this to be true. But lately, I can’t see You because of my tears. Open my eyes Lord.
You are my faithful God, merciful and kind. I have no reason to doubt Your promises, but my circumstances are consuming me. My attention is focused there, like I’m in a headlock of the enemy and I can’t lift my head to behold Your glory.
God Knows My Heart Before I Utter a Word
I held the warmth of my coffee cup to my chin, allowing the steam to rise and help remove the chill of this frosty spring morning. Sitting quietly, gazing out the window at the wonder of God’s creation, I sensed God’s presence drawing near. We didn’t speak. There was no need. God knows my heart before I utter a word.
David’s dementia is increasing, his ability to reason escaping his gentle spirit. It’s been a hard few days … and I needed to be held in my Savior’s love.
I’m Built on The Rock but Mercy this Storm is Fierce
Lord, how easily I belt out, On Christ the Solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand … I have done my best over all these years to live this Truth out loud. I’m built on the Rock, for sure, but goodness gracious, I’ve been taking a beating lately.
As have many of Your children.
When Winter Lingers, Even Though It’s Spring
Our porch thermometer registered a brisk twenty-six degrees this morning — this first day of spring. The old apple tree is beginning to form tiny buds on its branches, my rose bushes are awakening from their slumber … spring is here, and yet winter lingers with its frosty mornings and oyster gray skies.
As I observed the contrast of two seasons — their merging, their conflict — I thought about my spirit. And yours.