Beneath the chaos, confusion and lies, life is waiting patiently to arise. Darkness cannot keep it. Chains can't hold it down. Distance cannot prevent its passage, for God has called it to abound. Not in remote places, nor unreachable, rugged hills, not across the mighty waters, but in the hearts of those who sit still. For out of quietness and trust comes strength, and in repentance and rest comes salvation through Jesus Christ, the Giver of life in abundance.
May the wonder working miracles of God's power bring a breakthrough in your life.
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The scorching sun glares down on the brown grass, the wilting flowers and the dry, cracked earth. With temperatures of 101 degrees in the shade, even the wind feels hot. But my mind is not on the weather. My thoughts dwell on something far more amazing.
Two weeks ago, the Lord was trying to teach me about allowing Him to be my shade from the hot, summer sun. And then, driving to a meeting, with no air conditioning in my car, God positioned a cloud over the road so my car was in its shadow for most of the drive. This past week, when hurricane strength winds ripped through this area, the Lord safely guided my car through the pounding rain, the fierce wind and the falling tree branches. Later, I found out that the wind speed was 88 - 90 miles per hour. These two incidents make me stop and ponder on how God is way higher, far greater and more powerful than the weather. He is indeed, our Shelter, our Strong Tower, our Refuge and our Strength.
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In the canyon of our dreams,
Nothing is the way it seems,
And worries turn into steep mountains,
Tall cliffs rise up too high,
And makes us wonder why,
We choose to rely on our wisdom.
We find ourselves in the pit,
Where in gloomy darkness we sit,
And wonder how long we will be there.
Then hope enters our thoughts,
About Christ, who saves the lost,
And His promise to come and rescue us.
We see the error of our ways,
And repent of wasted days,
Of refusing to allow the Lord to help us.
We cry out from our heart,
And the journey home does start,
As Jesus lights the way through the darkness.
May the miracle of Christ's wonder-working power bring a breakthrough in your life.
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The opossum lumbered across the tracks. It was only passing through, and squeezed beneath the wooden fence to explore my backyard, too.
It wandered by the tall ash tree, and sniffed along the ground. It found a soft spot on the lawn, to rest and to lie down.
Slowly it rose and walked around, taking its good ole time, strolling past the lemon mint and leaving me with a rhyme.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for opossums and other creatures that wander into my yard.
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What a pleasant surprise to open the front door and see a rabbit in my yard. As I watched, the bunny nibbled on a blade of grass and some weeds before hopping onto the sidewalk. Then it stopped and looked at me. Who was more curious? The rabbit or me? For a precious moment, we connected. Our eyes locked. It posed for a picture, then ran off.
This reminded me of the precious moments when I become aware of God. Am I more curious about Him or He about me? Scripture says that the Lord delights in His creation. He rejoices over His people with singing. When I look at Christ, I can picture our eyes locking, too. But I don't see the look of fear that the rabbit exhibited. I see goodness, joy and glory. I see acceptance, mercy and love.
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Excellent Artist, who paints the morning sky,
Master Songwriter, who sings from on high,
Greatest Instructor, who dances through the storm,
You navigate the waters to save and keep us warm.
Greatest Composer, Distributor of peace,
You override the darkness, You cause fear to cease.
Amazing Inventor who brings forth each day,
You mastermind creation and show us the Way.
Precious Jehovah, Great God Most High,
We sing you praises, we lift hands to the sky,
You are most holy, good, true, and just,
Faithful, compassionate, the One whom we trust.
Thank you for giving us eyes that start to see,
The beauty of Jesus Christ and your creativity,
In all of nature, in all that You do,
You are magnificent, and we do honor You.
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A chipmunk feasted on the abundance of maple seeds scattered across the patio. The small, furry animal stuffed its already bulging cheeks as it pulled a seed out of each samara, and then broke open the next one. When its cheeks could hold no more, the chipmunk scurried off to hide its treasure.
Only recently, did I discovered that the winged, seeded fruit of the maple is called a samara. It happened one day when I accidently dropped the dictionary and it opened to the page that showed a black and white illustration of samaras. How delightful it was to discover that the unique-looking maple seed had a special name.
We have a special names, too, because each one of us is special to God. And like the maple trees, we also have good seeds to scatter. And we can share our seeds with joy, playfulness and fascination, too, like the samaras with "wings" that merrily spin like helicopter blades, swirling round and round, until the seeds land safely on the ground.
May you dance with delight as you scatter the good seeds that the Lord Jesus Christ gives you to share with others.
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