“Wait for the Lord and keep his way. He will exalt you to inherit the land …” Psalm 37:34
Oh Sacred One there standing
Grant me now your favor.
Oblige this soul to know
The blessing of the Savior.
No longer exalting self
My Lord stands at the helm.
He alone lifts up
To a higher, unseen realm.
Our part is to wait for the Lord. To walk in daily obedience to his Word and follow as his Spirit leads. It is not our place to exalt ourselves. He alone, the exalted one, lifts up.
“Each heart knows its own bitterness and no one else can share its joy.” Proverbs 14:10
Maybe it’s time to take unrealistic expectations off other people. No matter how well I try to explain what I’m going through to others, they’ll never completely know how I feel. They can’t, and that’s okay, because God knows.
He sees every detail of my life. He knows every twinge and hurt endured along the way. I can come to him with my need for mercy, healing and peace.
He knows the thrill when something good happens. Others may get it to an extent, but there is one who understands completely.
Yes, we share with others. We tell the griefs, share the joys and listen to theirs. We carry each others burdens the best we can. But if I’m looking for another person to fully get it and understand, my search is going to be futile.
Here is my comfort: “But he knows the way that I take … ” Job 23:10
There is One who knows and may He keep you in His tender care.
“In the shelter of your presence you hide them … in your dwelling you keep them safe from accusing tongues.” Psalm 31:20
Where is the arrow
shot from enemy’s bow?
Where are the accusations
that have been thrown?
They’ve been thwarted,
diverted from my path.
and of strength — sapped.
Keep me in your presence,
hidden in perfect love.
Safe from accusing tongues,
restored and ready to serve.
He shuts out accusing voices. He stills the echo of negative words and constant criticism. He quiets the soul. In His presence I am hidden, tucked under his sheltering wings — out of sight and out of mind from those who would bring down.
“…Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” Mark 6:31 (NIV)
My rest is in Jesus
My strength and my song,
No matter the workload—
The day short or long.
He settles my heart
Before the task,
Refills the tank—
If I but ask.
Alone with him
Is surely ideal,
A chance to recoup—
Restore and heal.
Time with Jesus
In a quiet place,
Prepares the heart—
For the hectic race.
… This is what the kingdom of heaven is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. … the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how … Mark 4:26-27 (NIV)
Come be a seed scatterer
A kingdom of heaven gatherer.
Sow seed into wide swaths of soil
For planting is the laborers toil.
Growth comes only by God’s hand
The sprouting seed not caused by man.
Who can know how a seed does grow
Where the wind of the Spirit might choose to blow?
When he comes may he find my sack
Empty of seeds upon my back.
Sown in soils where he has led
A harvest sprouting from entrusted seed heads.
“Mary has chosen what is better and it will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:42
Last week someone asked if I was ready for Christmas. I said yes. This week…not so much. The last minute baking, food prep, packing for travel and that one-more-box of cards to buy leave me feeling unprepared.
With every task I check off, the to-do list only seems to grow. What happened to being ready?
Mary got it right. She focused on what mattered. She spent time with the Lord rather than bustling around with preparations. Yes, chores have to be done. But approaching the list with a fresh attitude is key.
This Christmas, I’m trying to remember to take a breather. To sit at the fit of Jesus before the preparations of the day. To listen. To pray. I want to focus on what can’t be taken away.
Lord, grant your presence. Be my calm before the day begins, remain during the hustle and bustle, and linger long after the last plate is washed and crumbs are swept.
“Again the One who looked like a man touched me and gave me strength…” Daniel 11:18
How can I be strong,
except you strengthen me.
How can I know your will,
except you speak to me.
How can I have you near,
except you dwell in me.
How can I be worthy,
except you cover me.
How can I call you Father,
except you loved me.
How can I live forever,
except you died for me.