Sea of Glass

Posted on December 12, 2022 by lyonsroarforgod

“Also before the throne there was what looked like a sea of glass, clear as crystal.” – Revelation 4:6

“…His voice was like the sound of rushing waters.” – Revelation 1:15b

“The seas have lifted up, O Lord, the seas have lifted up their voice; the seas have lifted up their pounding waves. Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea – the Lord on high is mighty.” – Psalm 93:3-4

Thinking this morning about the utter power and strength and breadth of our God. As there is no holding back the power of the sea, there is no holding back the power of God.

And yet, with all that power is great, compassionate, forgiving, eternal love, shown to us by the great gift of His only Son, Jesus Christ.

“He will again have compassion on us;
He will tread our iniquities under foot.
Yes, You will cast all their sins
Into the depths of the sea.” – Micah 7:19

“He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
He drew me out of deep waters.” – Psalm 18:16

Praise God for His mercy. Praise Him for His compassion. Praise God for His love. It is what keeps me going and gives me hope each day.

He is so good. Blessings, Lisa

Lo, A Light Approaches!

Posted on November 10, 2022 by lyonsroarforgod

They couldn’t remember the last time they felt safe. Each monstrous wave threatened to upend the very ship they sailed upon, they relied on for their survival. The wind had long since shredded their sails and torn their anchoring ropes. They had not eaten for so long that they forgot they were hungry.

Would this series of storms ever end? They wished they had never signed up for this voyage. It had been one storm after another. For weeks, or had it been months? Time was not relevant anymore.

Each sailor tried to sleep when they weren’t on watch, holding on to whatever they could find that seemed relatively solid. Except for the two watchmen, drenched and huddled on deck, gripping the railings with all they had left.

The dawn approached, and a weak light pushed through the clouds. One sailor wearily strained his eyes to see what he could see. What was that? Brightness? A mirage to taunt him? No, it was definitely light. Beautiful, beautiful light. Ahead in the darkness.

Invigorated, he holds the wheel a little tighter and makes for the direction of this glorious thing. Light. Hope. Future. Salvation.

They are saved.

Whatever you are facing, whatever storms come your way, look for the light. Wait for it, as watchmen wait for the morning. It is coming, it has come, it will always come.

“When Jesus spoke again to the people, He said, ‘I Am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.’ ” – John 8:12

“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His Word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning…” – Psalm 130:5-6