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Fix My Eyes, Lie Down, and Rest

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The storm came out of nowhere. The waves which once gently lapped the edges of the wooden boat were now crashing wildly over the sides. The wind ripped one of the sails, rendering it useless. We knew there was no hope, and began crying. Some calling for help to the heavens. Some weeping quietly inside.

Then we saw Jesus. He was sleeping, so quietly in the corner of the boat, totally unconcerned with the storm. We awoke him, terrified. He saw our fear, heard our cries. He had mercy on our unbelief. Peace, be still! The waves were quiet instantly at His command. The wind ceased without a moment’s hesitation. The boat ceased its rocking. We fixed our eyes firmly on this One who controls all things. Hope, rest, peace all found in One Person, this Jesus of Nazareth, the Christ. We laid down and rested. He did the same, and we knew we would always be safe with Him.

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The prescription I am ordering for myself for this week and the weeks to come: fix your eyes on Jesus, lie down, and rest. He is always in control. Praise to God! Love, Lisa

Golden Glory

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Moments before this photograph was taken, our skies were dark and turbulent. The remnants of what was Hurricane Zeta were exiting to the east. Then, in a blinding second of golden glory, the sun illuminated the trees. God is His excellent wisdom left the black clouds behind the mountains for dramatic effect.

What was dark became light.

The ash tree, which sadly is dying and must be removed soon, looked amazingly vibrant.

Golden light bathed all in its path, and all was breathtakingly beautiful.

This is what Christ does. He makes all things new. He turns darkness into light. He can make what is dying in you come to life in a beautiful way. In a blinding second of golden glory. Love, Lisa

In the cleft of the rock

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What is peace?  Read this story shared by Bill Wilcox:

Someone had offered a large prize for the best painting that depicted the concept of peace.  There were many entries of bucolic pastures with animals grazing, fields of flowers, and other such peaceful settings.  The winning entry was much different.  The scene was a rocky shoreline with towering cliffs in the midst of a frightening storm.  Huge waves were crashing violently over the rocks, and the winds were fierce.  Lightning flashed from the dark and menacing clouds that were dropping torrents of rain on the landscape below.  In a small cleft of rock part way up the cliff above the shoreline was perched a small bird at rest – protected and covered by the rock surrounding it – safe from the vicious storm. 

“He will cover you with his wings; you will be safe in his care; his faithfulness will protect and defend you.” ~Psalm 91:4

Be the bird.  Blessings, Lisa

Fierce in Its Loveliness

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There is something about storm clouds that fascinate; you can’t look away.  The heaviness of the air, the portension, the myriad of colors not seen in ordinary clouds.   Fierce loveliness and beauty, expectation, sometimes fear but accompanied by a quickening of the senses.

Storm clouds on your horizon?  Yes, there are some on mine.  But they could be good, washing away the stale and the old, bringing fresh air, healing, newness.  Fierce loveliness.

“Joy and sorrow are this ocean and in their every ebb and flow
Now the Lord a door has opened
That all Hell could never close
Here I’m tested and made worthy
Tossed about but lifted up
In the reckless raging fury
That they call the love of God”  ~The Love of God, Rich Mullins