Tag: how does God quiet me with His love

Stillness of Heart and Attainable Peace Can Be Yours

Curled up on the couch, I watched the sun rise over the ridge. Fresh, cool air streamed in through the open window awakening my senses, drawing my attention to the One who loves me. Being lost in my thoughts, I cradled my coffee cup and sipped from its warm goodness. I craved stillness of heart.

Stirring deep in my spirit came a song, “Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn … “

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You’re the Song in My Night. Help Me Hear the Melody

Lord, what would I do without You? On my darkest days You are the light in my darkness, the song in my night. You give me peace when there is none to be found.

Sometimes the world tries to drown You out — sometimes I let it. In the quiet of the night, my thoughts grow restless and try to consume me. Help me hear the melody of Your song in the night.

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The Awakening Dawn Quiets Me With His Love

Remnants of snow lay heavy on the stark branches of winter. A faint glow in the eastern sky spoke of the awakening dawn pushing against the blanket of clouds covering the earth.

Stillness. Quiet.

Just moments earlier I had asked the Lord to quiet me with His love — to still my restless thoughts where anxiety lay.

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Quiet Me With Your Love Lord. My Heart is Struggling

Lord, I am so thankful that when I walk thorough the fire, I won’t be burned because You are with me. When I walk through the turbulent water, I won’t drown because You will carry me safely to the other side. I believe this, and yet my heart is struggling. Please quiet me with Your love Lord.

Your peace is all about me and settles me in my times of need — but I’m struggling beneath the burdens of others. I see their pain, the injustices, the devastation of lives lost, and my heart breaks. I want to fix it for them, but I can’t.

You can, Lord.

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A Chosen Dwelling Place Beneath the Eaves

The birdhouse hangs in the corner of my porch beneath the eaves, its teal blue paint bringing the color of heavenly places a little closer. Twigs jut out from the circular opening, evidence of a home for momma bird’s little ones.

In the ancient juniper next to the house, daddy bird sings his heart out. Day in and day out, rain or shine, blustery or calm, I hear him in the branches — his song fills the air with praise and perhaps love for his beloved nestled in the twigs.

My heart smiles.

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