A mournful cry broke the silence of the night. A cry of desperation longing to be heard, a plea saying I am here – hear me, open the door that I might come in out of the cold night to take refuge until the mornings’ light.
My heart cries out, like the cats mournful plea, to be let inside that I might enter the sanctuary of Your arms, where I am safe and secure from the dark that bites at my heals.
This world, Lord, would be a dark and hard place if it were not for the light, your light shining brightly causing all darkness to flee. You set the captives of the night free, the snare of the fowler broken by your truth and love.
In the light of Your love and holy presence divine, I am healed and made whole in all that I am; in You I find my rest. Let me stay awhile in Your embrace, entreat me not to leave, I am nothing apart from you, You are my very life. My next breath and heart beat are in your hands; right where I want to be.
Lord, you heard my mournful plea and welcomed me in.
In my distress I cried to the Lord, And He heard me. Psalm 120:1
Lord, you nourish my dry and weary soul as I come to you in the still of the night. As a melody fills the air You lift my spirit up, my cares melt away. Striving ceases as my focus turns to you, as I put the burden of the “to do list” in your hands. The truth of scripture comes to reality, but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint (Is. 40:31). You sustain me, oh my Lord, you breathe a fresh breath of life over me, I am refreshed with living water.
Have you ever made plans for your day, scheduled everything out just perfectly, to only have them fall apart due to unforeseen delays or events?
I hold your heart, I feel its heart beat, its beat for Me. I feel its growth in my hands as you continue to press in seeking me, stretching yourself, facing new challenges, inviting Me to be the center of your world. There is life in Me, abounding abundant life. I am your life line. You have a good heart, a strong heart, take care and nurture it, continue to exercise it. Leave it in My hands, I will watch over it, with Me it will lack nothing.
There is life beyond the hurt and pain, broken trusts and torn hearts. Each one is mended with love by the, Great Mender, who meticulously and carefully mends each one as we offer them to Him, then release our grip – leaving them in His hands.
d would have you think there are alternate methods for Me, like a tanning bed and grow light replace the real sun. There is only one true God, only one way to Me, there are no substitutions for me or alternate ways to me. Nothing can touch and impact your life like my living presence. Do not be deceived by false promises and cheap imitations. There is a cost for the real deal, but the return on a genuine relationship with Me is priceless.
, listen to my words – the sound of my voice, give ear to me. My words are life giving and to be lived by. Guard your heart, keep it free from the world’s pollution; many things you encounter may seem harmless when in fact they are like a fine dust coating, which given time builds up dulling the shine and senses, causing the luster of my light in you to dim, the sparkle to fade. Come stand in my presence, let my breath blow over you removing the film of the world from you, that my glory in you will glisten as dew drops in the bright morning sun. Let Wisdom guide you, truth be your standard, holiness your goal.
an we be so certain God’s plans for us are good? We are bombarded at every turn with bad news: super-storms, flooding, severe drought, earthquakes, shootings, bombings, global economic crises, greater government control, diminishing religious freedoms, terrorism, and the list continues. With all the chaos and upheavals in life, when it seems everything is going wrong and with our dwindling faith for any change, one may doubt how God’s plans are to prosper us, where the future and hope is.
Beyond the Silver Coin 