Every summer at the seashore, my sister and I would stand at the waves’ edge. We would plant our feet firmly in the sand, and let the waves’ power push our legs further and further down into the depths of the sand. We would giggle as our legs disappeared into the soft but encasing surface, struggling to stay upright as long as we could. We wanted to stay unmoving, unyielding to the pressures of the water, steadfast.
Steadfast. Strong. Unmoving.
Steadfast is my word for 2021. No matter what comes my way this year, I want to stay steadfast. I want to be faithful to my Lord come what may. I want to plant my feet in Him and not let the waters of this crazy world move me.
“And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” – 1 Peter 5:10
Staying strong and firm will take more than I have. It will take Him. It will take being in His Word, a lot. It will take talking with Him daily. It will take a decision in my mind to focus on Jesus, and not the world. It is Him who is my strength, not me. It is God who is the rock who holds us steadfast.
Praying for your 2021 to be full of Christ. Stand firm. Love, Lisa
As a child, it was comforting to be tucked in, snug and warm in a familiar soft blanket. When the blankets were all around, it seemed that nothing could get me from under the bed or outside in the hallway. And when the bad dreams came, a hand of comfort from a caring parent could calm and send me back to sleep.
So I was so encouraged this morning to discover a treasure of a Bible verse:
“You hem me in – behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me.” – Psalm 139:5
Tucked in by God. Protected by His blanket of angels. Patted back to calm by His mighty hand.
What an image of peace. Of His great love for us. Of protection. Of safety.
You are loved, I am loved. Beyond imagination and measure.
There is a thick mist this morning. Sitting quietly and peacefully upon the earth, cloaking all with its heaviness. But the effect is quite calming. As if everything is taking a deep rest, a pause, a waiting. Waiting for the Christmas star this evening, the lining up of Saturn and Jupiter, for the first time in 800 years. Waiting for the sky to clear and God’s glory to be revealed. Waiting for the celebration of Christ’s birth. Expectant, hopeful.
Expectant despite the advent of the cold.
Hopeful despite COVID and political differences.
The Lord Jesus Christ, the One who is triumphant over the cold, the despair, the differences, the sicknesses, the hopelessness.
“There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.” – Proverbs 23:18
Expectant, hopeful. Love, Lisa
Enjoy this spare, quiet version of “In the Bleak Midwinter” by Andrea Corr.