“Momma. Momma,” I cried. Running barefoot out the front door, the cold wet grass washed my feet in heaven’s tears as my heart lay bare against the morning light. Blindly, I bounded through the woods, stumbling upon a childhood trail that led to the top of the mountain. I wiped the sorrow from my face and slowed my pace to a steady walk. All about me, nature testified of God. The sweet, musty smell of raw earth soothed me and joined my spirit with that of my Lord. I crested the hill. Sitting down on a rocky ledge, I once again crumbled into a broken heap. My shoulders heaved with sorrow. My mind traced its memories of those last few hours with mom before the clutches of death took her from me. I recalled watching as her body swelled with fluid. Her face became contorted as mini strokes ravaged her brain. Cancer was the demon and I demanded to know where God was. Where are You, God? Where are You? I silently screamed as I watched her take her last breath.

But then something undeniable happened. As momma took her last breath, her twisted face relaxed and she smiled. My. Mom. Smiled. She was at peace. She had stepped across the threshold of eternity into the arms of God.

The memories took on a sweet aroma as I allowed the Lord to embrace me with His Presence. The valley below tumbled over pastures and clusters of underbrush. The mountain ridges flanked each side and echoed in repetition far into the distance. I listened as all of creation sang praise to the Creator. I sat engulfed in His majesty, embraced by His love.

Isaiah asked, “Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, or with the breadth of His hand marked off the heavens? Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket, or weighed the mountains on the scales and the hills in a balance? To whom, then, will you compare God? What image will you compare Him to?” ~ Isaiah 40:12,18

Who, indeed? This same God Who rides on the wings of the wind carried me up the wooded trail as a shepherd carries the lambs in his arms, holding me close to His heart. His power was all about me. The vastness of God took my breath away and, yet, His tenderness comforted and compelled me to nuzzle up safely beneath the shadow of His wing.

God’s love is great.

For as long as I live, I will testify of His love.

Father, If only we could begin to fathom Your greatness! If only we would begin to understand Your love and the depth of Your being. Thank You for being greater than any struggle we ever face. You, Lord, are magnificent and we love You.
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