One day you will stand with the angels and with your beloved to hear songs of worship and joy. Can you imagine it?
But not yet.
As surely as you can tune your ears to hear future music, you can listen to the sounds of creation worshiping Me now. Do you hear the sweet sparrows and mourning doves lifting their voices? Smell the summer rain and taste the richness of a berry. Rub your hand over the bark of a tree. See how it rises in strength and persistence?
Notice the world around you.
No hardship steals away the enduring beauty of My creation. In this world there will be hardships, but I have already won the victory. You need not be afraid. Only look at Me and what I create.
We are on the path to eternity, where you will experience the full beauty of My love.
Keep walking.
The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world. Psalm 19:1-4a NLT
A memory rose this morning out of the fog of your grief, of you and your husband standing on a hill overlooking the ocean. With the sweet memory also came some sadness of regret, for you can't remake that moment. But you know you never could again anyway. Whether or not he had died.
Recalling past events lets you relive the sweet times. Don't avoid recollections because they bring pain. If you avoid the pain, you avoid the welcome memories.
Instead, sometimes let the past remind you of the times you loved and were loved by others. When you explored and hugged and laughed together.
Those are part of the rich fabric of who you are.
Memories are another of My gifts to you. Enjoy them.
I remember the days of old.
I ponder all your great works
and think about what you have done.
I lift my hands to you in prayer.
I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain.
Even before the blue cloud surrounded the house, I was very sorry I had knocked on the door.
My sister, Ann, and I used to manage several rental houses for landlords. One day, we had to deliver a notice to a late-paying tenant to either pay up or move out.
These have to be hand-delivered to the unit, and we thought that meant knocking on the door and handing the form to the tenant.
What innocents we were.
By then, the air was turning blue. The only clean words were, “Hey, get back here, Foofie.”
I knocked, intending to hand over the form. When the tenant didn’t respond immediately, I started taping the paperwork to the front door.
Then the door flew open. The tenant stormed out, grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a tight ball, and threw it on the ground. “I don’t accept notices on my door.”
She said a lot more, but I filtered out the swear words.
Then she bolted into the street, chasing a little dog that scooted past our ankles. A dog she wasn’t supposed to have.
I stood at the front door, coughing from the blue air, and watching the tenant darting around the street like a defensive back trying to tackle a quick-footed running back. Foofie kept skittering just out of reach.
I enjoyed the entertaining romp for a moment, but then I remembered my vulnerable position on the front step. I smoothed out the page, taped it to the door, and sprinted to the car. I was ready for a fast getaway, but Ann said, “I’m not moving until that dog is gone. Just what we need is to run over the dog, too.”
We finally escaped through the blue cloud. After that, we flipped a coin to see who went to the door. No knocking. We did a tape-and-run.
Your grieving heart senses the growling of your enemies, and your heart pounds. Your sadness fuels the monsters’ hope that they can entice you with illusions, luring you away from Me.
Ignore them.
They whisper in the bushes to draw you into their darkness.
Trust Me.
They can’t touch you unless you join them.
Who are these monsters? Despair. Doubt. Discouragement. Defeat. They will pull you down.
Don’t be fooled. Nothing can steal you away from Me unless you agree to go. Remain in My embrace, where My presence surrounds you.
You can walk with joy, not fear. With boldness, not resentment.
Stay with Me and ignore the monsters who long to derail your future.
Stay.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars; He gives names to all of them.
Great is our Lord and abundant in strength; His understanding is infinite.
The Lord supports the afflicted; He brings down the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; Sing praises to our God on the lyre
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