Grace to all who enter. . .
May we pause on the path of today and spend moments . . .
Every one of us has a story. Mine took a holy turn when the Father leaned down to mend a broken child in 1975. Rescued out of a desperate time as a young wife with three small children, one fine day my Woodstock lifestyle turned into a dramatic conversion – who says God can’t use strange situations?
I love to journal, and have wildly recorded my journey for decades. It causes me to remember. My therapy is surfing through past writings to find a word of hope from yesterday to face my today. By breaking up the earth of life, I cultivate the victory moments from personal accounts of an ordinary family who met an extraordinary God.
So I ask, where do you run when the predators of life come near?
We all face the everyday small stuff that robs our peace, but then there’s the life-churning events that tries to devour. Been there? Many times we face despair and hopelessness that creates fear and the temptation to lose courage. It’s then we need to look past what we’re seeing . . .
How can we learn to thrive and not merely survive those times?
I have found only One answer.
The God of heaven. He whispers, I would have despaired if I had not believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living, from the book of Psalms. The phrase believed to see has been the holy key to keep me from growing faint along my broken path. The One who holds the answer to the yet-to-be answered prayers. Psalm 27:13 goes on to say, Be strong and let your heart take courage. Wait for the Lord.
There have been countless times when I have faced a situation you may be facing now. Maybe you also have experienced the pain of betrayal, divorce, prodigals, critical illness, financial hardship and loss.
Much of what I have discovered has been found in times of adversity. And the One who leads us to safety so we learn to trust.
So, may I introduce you, one story at a time, to the One who found me in the dark . . .
Believing to see,
Verna