9.20.11 - The heart of God...

Walking down to the river this year was a bit different.  A dewy morning coupled with sleepy eyes and a flashlight makes for an interesting morning hike down.  Many, many freshly woven webs of some of my not so favorite creatures, untouched by the days critters, lingering between the trees and in the direct path of our steps  as my friend and I traveled in moonlight to reach what we had been longing for...a stolen moment away with God...in the beauty and wonder that would embrace a morning sunrise.

Oh how I can say I've longed for this moment since the last one almost a year ago...with an anxious heart of love, I wait for Him to speak....

You see, there are trees of vultures that are just down the river bed, looming over our sacred place.  Each year, King speaks to me about these creatures, as they have come to represent an ever looming darkness, always present, yet in different ways.   As I found my patch of river rocks to settle myself into, I journaled these words first...

In the darkness, the enemy is hidden, free to prowl close without being seen...

As one tree of vultures peaks over, edging into the barely lit horizon, I see some...still, but watching...slowly light begins to touch branches and limbs....I continue...

But as my Light sheds on them - You see how they've multiplied...but you fear not, because you know I am greater still...

The sun starts peaking more vibrantly over the leaves and water...as the earth comes more clearly into view...It is beauty, majestic....


They want to steal your focus as they come into the light...steal it from My glorious morning that awaits to emerge over the horizon....Turn your gaze back to me and I will show you beauty and splendor....

Every morning, the same display of beauty and splendor anxiously awaits...for us.  To revel in its majesty and glory...to love.  Yet, so often the things of this world, darkness at best, grab our attention and we find ourselves wondering where the beauty went.  I am still here...it whispers.  So busy in our daily lives, we miss most often the daily display of love and affection that is our God.  As He softens my heart and I turn toward Him, I see the light, feel the warmth and settle into His ever-present embrace.   

Oh, how I've missed You...


*********  Prayer request   *****************

Our heart friend Mason, had his repair surgery for his Tetralogy of Fallot yesterday and is now in recovery.  He is doing great, but prayers are appreciated as the recovery is usually the hardest part and longest road...Prayers for peace and rest for his sweet family and for an uneventful and speedy recovery!