Watching Over Me

Watching Over Me

Psalm 121:7
~God will watch over your life.

All night the wind lashed at my little cottage. I laid awake in the small hours, listening to the walls groan with each gust. I knew sleep would not find me until the storm had spent its fury. Until then, I hoped the fire in the stove would keep the cold at bay. I watched the orange flames dance behind the glass across the room, grateful for their company.

“Are you afraid?” God asked as another gust shook the windows in their panes.

“Mostly feeling alone,” I replied honestly.

“I’ll keep you company,” He said and sat down in the wicker chair at the foot of my bed. The fire reflected off His face, filling the room with a heavenly glow.

“Thank you.”

“The storm will pass,” God said softly. “Go on and go to sleep. I’ll keep watch over you.”

I closed my eyes, my tired bones reaching out for the comfort of slumber, even as the wind howled. Sometime after dawn, I woke to the sound of silence outside, and to God’s sentinel heart beating at the foot of my bed. The night’s fire now ash and embers, but His love keeping me warm.

 

 

 

Loving Everything

Loving Everything

God’s name is majestic throughout all the earth!
~Psalm 8:9

Walking the trail this morning I barely paid attention to my surroundings— too busy thinking about the things I needed to get done. God tapped me on the shoulder. “You’re missing the beauty,” He whispered.

“I’m a bit preoccupied, sorry,” I answered.

“I’ll walk with you and show you,” God said. As we walked He pointed out the geese on the pond. He showed me little birds that flew through the reeds in the marsh, singing as they went along. He pointed out a doe hiding shyly in the tall pines and He brought my attention to the enormous boulders resting high up on the hill. The trail curved sharply ahead. When we came round the bend, an old gnarled tree greeted us.

“Look at those scars where the branches were cut off. How beautiful they are,” I said and ran my hand over the tree’s long-ago wounds, my heart filling with tenderness.

“If you take the time to really see my creation, and love it, you’ll begin to feel my love more often. That love will spill over into every breath you take and into every action you make,” God said.

We continued our walk together until we came to the end of the trail. By then I had forgotten my to-do list and instead, my mind and my heart were filled with love and gratitude. I’d have missed them had God not gently nudged me to see His beauty all around me.

God’s nudging you, too. Go outside. Take a walk. See His glorious handiwork. Love everything you see.

 

 

 

 

 

There Is No Darkness In God’s Light

There Is No Darkness In God’s Light

God is light. In him, there is no darkness.
~1 John 1:5

The day was long, and I was tired and tense, full of negativity. “God, I need your help to overcome my bad mood,” I said.

“Certainly,” God answered. “Come, sit with me for a while.” I sat down next to Him on my couch and waited for Him to speak again. But He remained silent.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what to do?”

“Shhh. Just listen,” He replied.

“But you aren’t saying anything.”

“Listen with your heart,” He instructed.

I sat next to Him in the silence and after a few minutes, my heart heard His heart. My heart heard His love. My mind settled down, and my body relaxed.

“Come to me whenever you are not at peace,” God said gently, and put His arm around me. I leaned my head on His shoulder, bathed in His light. I sat there for a long time, at peace.

Carried

Carried

Give God your worries; He cares for you.
~1 Peter 5:7

The dark night stretched on and on, a fierce wind blowing against my shivering body. I stumbled and fell into a shallow ditch I didn’t see. Twigs and branches scratched at my face and hands. “God, help me!” I cried out, wondering if He could hear me above the howl of the wind.

“I’m here,” God said gently as He lifted me up onto my feet.

“Thank you,” I said, pulling small sticks out of my hair. I leaned into the wind, and once more, began walking.

“This night is fraught with peril,” God said and raised me up into His strong arms. He carried me all the way home.

The Love Of A Child

The Love Of A Child

Don’t stop the children from coming to me because the Kingdom of God belongs to them.
~Mark 10:14

A brown leaf, crumpled and worn, caught the eye of my granddaughter, Bella. She bent down and lovingly picked it up and cradled it in her hands. “Look, Grandma!” she exclaimed, holding her hands out for me to see her treasure.

“Ohhh, that’s a lovely leaf,” I responded. She nodded and walked on a little bit in front of me, head down, looking for more delights nestled in the park’s grass.

“I want to show Mommy and Daddy my leaf,” She said as she stepped back closer to me. She tenderly placed it in the empty stroller and smiled at me, her eyes bright and shining.

“Dear God, I want Bella’s ability to see the beauty in a dry, dead leaf—the beauty of your creation—the beauty of you,” I said.

God knelt down next to Bella and opened His arms wide and hugged her. He looked up at me and smiled. “You can have what she has if you love as she does.”

“Home, Grandma,” Bella said, her arms above her head asking me to pick her up and put her in the stroller.

As I pushed her the blocks toward home, I pondered God’s words. The simple love of a child is what we need. I took my right hand off the stroller and reached out and took God’s hand. The three of us journeyed the rest of the way, our hearts so connected that they felt like one.

 

 

 

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