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“There are three of you. There is the person you think you are. There is the person others think you are. There is the person God knows you are and can be through Christ.”
~ Billy Graham
Lord Jesus, mold me into the woman you designed me to be.
Father, keep me strong in my faith, strengthen me to stand against our enemy, the devil.
We have all the “essentials” for Sunday’s game. Go Chiefs!
Through the Psalms–#1
“Blessed is the one
Who does not walk in step with the wicked
Or stand in the way that sinners take
Or sit in the company of mockers,
But whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
And who meditates on his law day and night,
That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
Which yields its fruit in season.” Psalm 1:1-3
What a beautiful metaphor with a promise. When we delight in God’s law and meditate on it, we are nourished like a tree that has been planted next to water. The tree has all it needs to grow strong and beautiful. It will produce ample fruit.
In the same way, we are replenished by God’s word, granting us spiritual waters. When we meditate on his word, we can produce spiritual fruit.
Thank you, Father, for nurturing us and showing us the way to an abundant life.
Lord, I am so grateful for the light of your presence in my life.
A Blanket of White
Light streaming through my window awakened me. Like a child, I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window. Sparkling in my back porch light, snow blanketed the yard. Winter’s drab landscape changed to a fairyland. The dead, brown grass disappeared under the snowy blanket, and the barren trees wore sparkling white accessories.
Winter’s blanket insulates the plants and muffles extraneous noises. The world quiets and stills. If the snowy blanket is deep enough, activities and work cease. Then I curl up under a warm blanket, drink a cup of tea, and read a good book. After a heavy snowfall, people rejoice in the lull from routine activities and time to rest. They cocoon at home instead of scurrying here and there.
When I allow God’s spirit to blanket my soul, similar changes occur. What was drab and colorless becomes white and sparkling as God’s spirit reflects light and love. Even though the world around me may spin out of control, His spirit stills and calms my soul. Just as the blanket of snow insulates the earth, God insulates me against the clamor and coldness of the world and keeps my focus on Him.
Father God, wrap the blanket of your Spirit around me that my soul may be still and reflect your love.
Galatians 5:22 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”
Yes! This is why I write.
Lord, I thank you for giving me the ability and the desire to write. May my words bring you glory.
Such a beautiful prayer. I echo this sentiment. Such a promise; such a blessing.
Lord, show me how to sow generously so that others will know your glory and your grace.
I took advantage of the late December 60 degree afternoon by walking along the nature trails in Pawnee Prairie Park. The ground is soft beneath my feet, and the view is fantastic. The various paths meander through scenic routes. One can walk through short grass, cedar forests, deciduous trees, or beside the curving Cowskin Creek. Here the air is fresh and crisp, and I step out briskly, working off my December overindulgences. Quickly I begin sweating lightly, and push up the sleeves of my sweat suit. After half an hour, I stop to rest beside the creek. Here a large tree trunk curves over the water’s edge: a perfect place to sit and listen to the rushing water. Large chunks of cement have been dumped into the creek here at its bend, and I sit and listen to the water gurgle over and around them. I wonder if I could hopscotch across the stream on these rocks; it is only ten feet wide. I stand up on the rock nearest to the bank. It is solid and easily supports my weight. Leaning over slightly, I put my foot on the next rock, which is also solid, but slippery. I hesitate, and then lose my nerve. I can’t risk falling off these rocks into the cold water when I am two miles from home and warmth. It would be exhilarating to cross the stream, but my fear keeps me from attempting it.
In Psalm 18:2, David speaks of God as his rock: “the LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.” Isaiah also speaks of God as his rock: “Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD, the LORD is the Rock eternal” (26:4). If God is our rock and our fortress, do we put our trust in Him, knowing that His firmness will hold us up? Instead of placing our weight on him, how many times do we lose our nerve, just as I did by not trusting the rock to help me cross the stream? When we fail to trust our eternal Rock, we never experience the blessings He has reserved for us.
Help me, Father, to rely on Your strength and to trust Your support. Give me the courage to step out in faith, knowing Your strength is sufficient for my needs.
Deuteronomy 32:4a “He is the Rock, his works are perfect, and all his ways are just.”
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