Marvel and Wonder

The tiniest of creature You see.

You are intimately acquainted with its ways.

Your speak through Your creation.

You show Your ways through brilliant glimpses.

In my quiet search for You,

I find peace and rest.

In my wonder about Your creation,

I gain wisdom and understanding.

In my faithful observing,

I find Your miracles and provisions.

(Early this morning I had tried to capture a picture of a hummingbird at my window. I was so focused on that image, that I could not see the deer feeding in my neighbors yard across the street. We can see how marvelous ALL His works are, if we open our eyes to the wonder of His creation all around us.)

A Matter of Direction

 LORD,

When I am deafened by the lying voices in my mind,

Help me hear Your Truth.

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When I am weary of working in my own power,

Show me that I am in need of  Your strength.

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When I am blinded by man-made lights,

 Brighten my day with Your radiance.

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When I am lost on my own paths,

Direct me in Your ways.

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When I don’t know what to say

Give me Your words.

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Lord, You are the Truth, the Way, and the Light. You show my heart where to go. You desire for me to know your nearness. You delight in my company and draw me toward Your heart.

Your voice is that of a gentle shepherd. You rejoice in my understanding of Your Truth.

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A Rainy Day

Reasons are many to like the day

When it’s dreary and cold and rainy and grey.

When rain pounds o so loud and clear,

On the window, the roof, and into my ear.

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I love the rain and dark dreary day,

When wind and clouds do chase and play.

When all the world’s troubles are quiet and stilled

And when I’m under my favorite quilt.

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When the wind makes noise and rain paints the road

When the trees are bend and the last leaves float

In puddles, and then are pushed along

By wind and the rain and a wonderful song.

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The reasons are many to love these days

When the wind and the rain through alleys chase

When the rain and clouds you can almost touch.

When you think and ponder on life so much.

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You ask me if I do love the sun.

I say, “I do, but the rain makes me hum.”

You ask me if I’d rather stay

And bask in the warmth of a balmy day.

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Then I say, “No! I’d much rather play

With the wind and the rain on a cloudy day.

They seem my friends and I am theirs.

They make me leave my worries and cares.”

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The wind, and the rain, and the fog, and clouds

They make me quite calm when life starts to shout.

They quiet my fears during life toughest fight.

They point me to the One and the Light.

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The darkest of days He can calm by His voice.

He can speak through life and all the noise.

He lights up my day when it’s dreary and wet.

He tells me to trust Him and not to fret.

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He is my Light my Life and my Way.

Of this He reminds on this dreary day.

This is His challenge, and this is His call,

To give Him thanks in rain and all.

Come On In

Open the door of my heart.
Let yourself in!
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Don’t mind me, while I am getting this place cleaned up a little.
Don’t mind my clutter.
I am working on throwing some of it out.
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Lord, I am sorry for making such a mess of this place.
Are you sure you want to live here?
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I have been collecting many of these things for years.
They seemed so valuable.
But now, they weigh me down.
I kept this stuff, thinking it was of worth.
Now that you are here, I feel silly for thinking these things were treasures.
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Did you say you want to help?
But what about…? … You know…?…
That place way in the back of my closet?
You don’t want to go there, do you?
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You have already seen it?
OK! It’s all yours!
Every room, every corner, every hidden place.
I give you my whole heart.
Thanks for coming in and cleaning up!
Thank you for your promise to stay until it is finished.
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being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

Paths of Life

Some narrow paths through deep woods wind
Trees tower on each side
Like mighty giants, strong and tall,
Of many different kind.
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I do remember, oh so well –
as kids, we roamed such woods –
Knew everything about those paths,
Their feel, their sound, their smell.
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Those paths were calling us to find
What hid around the bend.
They promised us to keep us safe.
Whispered, “Come, rest your mind”
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So many times I walked alone,
On those familiar paths.
Though times the paths felt dark and cold
They always led me home.
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Now other paths are for my choice,
With trees lined on each side.
They, in the end, will lead home too
When I obey Christ’s voice.
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All I Ever Need

In the depth of the dark, be a song in my heart.

When my soul is weary and the troubles of the night rear their heads,

Be my comfort and joy.

Make my thoughts clean before you and turn my heartache to a joyful song.

Let your blood cover my life and flow to the crevasses of my understanding.

Let the night be the place I praise you until dawn.

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You knew me before the day you formed the earth.

You knew my ways before you set the first star in place.

You knew me when I was conceived, and you held me while you formed me.

You knew me then, you know me now.

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You know me when my troubles seem to overtake me.

You know me when I fear to fight the enemy.

You know me when I am insecure and rather hide.

You know me when I stray from the secure path you have for me.

You know how to strengthen me and teach me patiently.

You know me now and you know my future.

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You know where I will be in the days to come.

You know the road that is before me, and every turn and bend.

You know the people I will encounter and friends I have not met yet.

You know the heartaches that are still to come and the joys that have not made me laugh yet.

You knew me then, you know me now, and you will know me in a million years.

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You are the joy of my heart,

The love of my life,

The peace in my soul,

The rain in my drought,

The calm in my storm,

The light of my dark,

The sword in my fight,

The hope in my world,

The shelter in my fear,

The water I thirst,

The daddy I need,

And so much more.

Please forgive me when I go anywhere else with my needs.

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Father, wake me with a praise in my heart and a song on my mind. Make me aware of you in my yesterday, today, and tomorrow. But especially in the “right now”. You are the God of all of that. You are the “I Am”.
(After I had gone to sleep fretting over circumstances beyond my control, I woke up one night praying these words. In previous nights I had experienced sleeplessness and anxiety and prayed for God to show me to trust Him. I believe this was His answer to my heart…. praise Him, when I don’t have all the answers!)

Wandering from Home

Wandering away from home isn’t a good idea. Aimless wandering eventually turns painful. I think the Lost Son in Luke 15:11-32 would share some messy details of his wandering adventure, if we were able to talk to him. I think he would would warn us, who are so prone to wander, to stay close to home and near to the Father’s heart.

I too have walked away from the save places which God prepared for me. I can see how it happened. It started with tiny whispers of discontentment. The voices slowly grew louder and started to question the place of security and provisions. The winding road ahead became more and more intriguing and lured away from safety. Eventually, I trusted the voices and myself more then God and what He had for me.

The Lord does not leave nor forsake His child. He sees us on those winding roads, always beckons to come home into his loving arms. While the noise of the world wants to drown out the Father’s gentle call, it has nothing to offer in the end, but pain and sorrow.

The safest place, the sweetest comfort, the purest love, the richest provision, the deepest joy, are all found near the Father’s heart. He longs for us to turn around on that winidng road and make our way back home, where He is patiently waiting.

Of Goldenrod and Faithfulness

Sometimes the first sign of a changing seasons is not a welcome sight. Sometimes God changes our perspective and helps us look at those signs with different eyes.

Goldenrod has not been my favorite plant to spot at the end of summer. This weed has always been an annoying reminder that pretty soon the endless days of summer indeed will come to an end. For years it made me sad when I saw it, until this year.

The first scrawny plant appeared in the field behind my house. I spotted it on my evening walk and immediately felt the sadness creep in. Soon the kids would head off to school all day and another summer would just be memories. As I felt my tears well up, I prayed and asked God to take that sadness and help me to be thankful.

Something happened at that moment. I felt the desire to pick the plant, along with some others that grew nearby. I went home, put them in a vase, and set them on my dining room table. I started to examine the plant and realized how each blossom had been uniquely created. I noticed how wonderfully the sum of the yellow flowers stood out in my kitchen. I sensed the assurance of my Father’s faithfulness and  His dependability.

I am so grateful that the Lord is in charge of the changing season. He is not only timely, but He can be trusted, even when we can’t see ahead. Sometimes He allows us to peek a little closer at His creativity. Sometimes He uses “annoying weeds” to show us how intimately He is involved in our lives and how faithful He is to us.

“Lord, teach me to trust you, no matter what season lies ahead. Help me to be teachable and look for your faithful hand in my life. You give me glimpses each day that are reminders. Help me to see them. Change me to accept what comes from your hand. Help me to see your faithfulness in the Goldenrod.”

Psalm 85:11
Faithfulness springs up from the ground, and righteousness looks down from the sky.

Psalm 73:28 (NASB)

But as for me the nearness of God is my good;

I have made the Lord GOD my refuge,

that I may tell of all Your works.

Enough

Have you tasted? Have you seen,
What God prepared with joy?
Or have you found your fill on earth
In things that will destroy?

So much of what you feast upon,
And what you eat with ease,
Does not compare with Jesus’ food,
His love, His joy, His peace.

He is the Water for your thirst,
The Bread that satisfies.
He is enough for all your needs,
And hears your faintest cries.

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