He Waits for Me

Then the music starts. I struggle through the darkness, through briers with claws that wound me. I walk out to a clearing and there on a hill He waits for me. Light envelopes me in His embrace. I slowly sit, rest my head on his lap, and cry: Jesus Lord, I am so tired! Jesus Lord, I am bothered, I am dismayed; I am anxious. I am in pain. I have doubts and I have sinned Please forgive me. I don’t know what to do. Then, I feel His hand on my forehead He strokes my hair, and says: I have taken all that, and its okay; Your sin? I have taken it away; I died for you because I love you. Do not be afraid. In the early morning hour I find my way into His glorious presence -- My King, my Saviour, my Friend; He waits for me as the music starts. "He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul." Psalm 23:2-3 Written 100218// Posted on momofmultitudes.blogspot.com October 2, 2018

In the Circle of Light

I stand in a circle of light Scanning a crowd of faces Some familiar, some unknown All of us bound by the same spirit Bringing us together. My journey led me to this moment A momentous moment among many In a story written by the Great Author. “Extraordinary!”, you say; I say, "Ordinary made extraordinary, Not by anything I could've done without the Great Creator, and my family.” I stand in the Circle of Light Scanning a heavenly crowd of faces Some familiar, some unknown All beloved, bound by the same spirit Bringing us together. Healed. Forgiven. Redeemed. Ordinary as I am, My story made extraordinary In surrender to the Great King. /091218

Survivor

So here’s another tree story. She wasn’t a very pretty tree to start with. If she were a human, she’d be described as "gangly with spindly arms”, so we adorned her with one of the cadiz lamps spread around the garden and hung a few potted plants on her trunk. But she towered over our fence with branches spreading upward, and welcomed the birds in her “hair”, and for this I truly appreciated her.

Every morning, as I did my devotional time, their chirping from across my window always gave me comfort. They reminded me of Matthew 6:26 "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Late last year though, her branches were cut off because they hung over the neighbour’s lot where a new house was being built. Over the months, the construction workers cut off whatever sprouted from her top. I was distressed over this because I lost the birds and the greenery I had been accustomed to. But I couldn’t do anything about it. Then something wonderful began to happen. Tiny leaves began to sprout from her trunk, surrounding it with green, like a grass skirt. Plant experts say this can happen IF THE TREE IS UNDER STRESS. As I view my brave little tree, I ponder on the lesson she is teaching me. Stressful times call us to make do with what we have been given, and to keep striving even when we are cut off or cut down. With our Lord supplying our needs, the outcome is always beautiful.