Lord, I hear You calling me. I know Your voice, I recognize Your presence, and I am confident of Your assignment before me. I want to obey — I want to mount up with wings of eagles and soar for Your glory … but my wings won’t flap.
It’s like they are paralyzed. Stuck in time. Why Lord? Why am I afraid to totally trust You? Actually, I think I do trust You, but I don’t trust ME.
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The rhythm of life … a grand old maple. God’s message stood stoic before me resting against the hands of time, its grace shadowing the meadow grass with outstretched arms reaching toward heaven.
Winter is coming. Barren landscapes. Cold, harsh winds. Brittle, dead leaves.
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Sweat dripped profusely after two hours of weeding my flower gardens. I left nothing hidden — no roots for those darn weeds. Nothing. I wiped my brow with a cold cloth and plopped onto my porch swing. A gentle breeze passed by. A glass of ice cold water quenched my thirst.
But my body wasn’t the only thing thirsty. So was my spirit. It had been a long while since I had lapped with abandon at the river of Living Water.
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The periwinkle blue of a late spring sky created a canopy of reassurance above me as I walked along our country road. The intense blue bathed me in thoughts of God’s Spirit, causing me to consider the One True God, Maker of heaven and earth.
I thought of God’s dwelling place — His throne of grace high above me in the heavenly places. I listened to His Holy Spirit within me offering comfort and resolution to pass through these troubled waters.
God’s promises rang out through my weary spirit.
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