This past weekend was exhausting. So much going on, so much celebration (minus the Sooner loss to ISU) that, I’m left with very little wind in my lungs. It’s only Monday, and I have little left in me, at all. But, may I just say…it was the most gorgeous weekend, wasn’t it?? Wow!
I read a verse this morning that captured my attention; it’s not the first time I’ve read it, and it’s definitely not the first time I’ve read it that it captured my attention. Every day, I sit at my desk, and I look up at a picture that a dear friend gave me. The verse on it reads, “He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge.” Psalm 91:4. A verse familiar to most. The wonderful thing about God’s Word is – along with its doctrinal purposes – is that it can speak to us differently every time we read it. Depending on the season we are in, God gives us His Word so that we can clearly hear His voice; when we are listening, have an open heart…and when we have faith. Every time I read this verse, it comforts me in either the same way, or a different way. Today, it comforts me in knowing that He has me…He always has me. Not just in this moment, but in every moment. No matter what my week holds, no matter what my week will end up like – good or bad – my Father has me. Our Father has us! Doesn’t that just put a warm blanket around your heart?
Thank you, Christy, once again, for comforting me with my beautiful picture :). It continues to bring joy to my heart – and on a tired Monday, like this one, it gave me fresh air, and pep in my step. Love you!
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broken, lost, eyes once very well adjusted to the dark; i found myself with a heart full of unforgiveness, bitterness, regret, sadness, unworthiness, anger; the list goes on. i grew up in church, surrounded by godly people, baptized at 12, and had an adventurous and happy childhood. an imagination that kept me busy full-time in our barns, by the creek that passed through our land, and any where and everywhere i was. but at the age of 18, my world was shaken when my parents separated. i began a life full of regretful mistakes, bad choices, and my relationship with Jesus suffered in the process. i didn't just put Him in the back seat when I moved out, i left Him on the farm I grew up on.
after 25 years, i somehow (a divine intervention) found it possible to forgive. i never knew how. i didn't even know what it meant to actually forgive someone. i struggled with it, and i was too stubborn to make the effort to figure it out. i was a victim, you see? and victims need sympathy. looking at the situation now, victim is exactly what I was not. i was being ridiculous, hard-headed; bathing in self-pity. i couldn't see that Jesus had actually packed His bags, and was sitting with me in the front seat the whole time. He taught me how to forgive the minute i decided to let Him. it took me 25 years, but He was patient, loving, and full of mercy. He was there when i finally surrendered to Him. and that was the day i forgave my earthly father for leaving our family, the day i began my relationship with my heavenly Father, and the day i was SAVED! so what are you holding on to? Jesus is there with you right now...and He is waiting on you to let whatever it is, go.
"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8:32
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