Thursday, August 28, 2014

The News Today


I see the storm is lowering
I hear the thunder growl,
And, though I think I’m safe from harm,
I tremble at its scowl.
 
I know the storm is on its way,
I feel it in the air;
It crackles with the static charge
Of anger and despair.
 
There seems to be so little hope
In all I see today,
But I know that is far from true.
That’s why I pray each day
 
That You will give me strength enough
To stand against the squall
And faith enough to ride the waves
Until You calm them all.
 
Luke 8:24
The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!” He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Faithfuness


I feel my faith wobble some days.
What witness have I got
To testify to faithfulness
That seems beyond my lot?
 
The truth is that His faithfulness
Is what I see day
When sun and moon rise in the sky
And travel on their way.
 
For He who set them on their course
And will not let them fall
Will overlook my weaknesses
And answer when I call.
 
Psalm 89:37
it will be established forever like the moon, the faithful witness in the sky.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Something Right


It seems to be a little odd
Not quite the normal hue,
But that’s okay, it’s lovely still…
From my own point of view.
 
It offers up a cheery face
That seems unfazed by life,
Although it bears the little scars
Left by its share of strife.
 
How blessed it is to have the gift
Of bringing such delight.
However quirky it may be,
It’s doing something right!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Crushing Grief


On days like this it’s just so hard
To get up and go out.
The sorrow crashes down again,
I’m plagued with fear and doubt.
 
Oh Lord, I cry out in my pain
Please force me out the door!
You’ve given so much to me, Lord,
Please give me one thing more;
 
Give me the strength to face this day,
The courage to believe
That if I just get up and go
I’ll forget how to grieve.
 
I’ll leave behind the doubts that spring
From within my own heart.
I know they’re lies, but they crush me.
Dear Lord, Just help me start!
 
John 16:20
Very truly I tell you, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

When I Called


When I was lost in weeds and thorns
I called out in His name.
Although my troubles were still there,
They were never the same.
My head was clear, my heart felt strong,
And I let go of blame.
I found a way to carry on,
For, when I called, He came.
 
Psalm 116  
I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Narrow View


Sometimes we focus in too much
On what we want to see
Instead of seeing what is there,
As it is meant to be.
 
We let ourselves see all the worst,
Our tangled webs of fear,
While looking past the simple grace
That’s shining bright and clear.  
 
Our lives, to us, seem so complex,
As if to overwhelm,
When we lose sight of one small fact;
That this is our Lord’s realm.

One more amazing photo from our friend CC. Thank you!!

Friday, August 22, 2014

Valleys and Shadows


She climbed the rock face through her fear,
Afraid that she would fall.
Whispering, “Lord, don’t let me slip,
I’d have no hope at all.”
 
She struggled on, heart in her throat,
Until she reached the top,
And even then, both heart and throat,
Found no reason to stop.
 
She stood upon the rocky ledge
Which she had climbed in fear,
And looked back expecting to see
Her fears following near.
 
She saw instead the valley deep,
Through which the river spilled,
And mountain peaks, capped in the light.
A sight at which, she thrilled.
 
For she had climbed up through her fears,
Those fears then fell away,
Leaving her only the new strength
That she’d found on the way.  
 
And so it was she came to know,
However dark the vale,
With God beside her as she climbed,
She would, in time, prevail.
 
Psalm 23:4
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Another wonderful photo from CC, and another praise drawn from the story about how she took it.