Monday, September 1, 2014

Do You Ever Cry Happy/Sad Tears?

Dwelling In Beulah Land 

Let the stormy breezes blow,
their cry cannot alarm me;
I am safely sheltered here,
 protected by God's hand:
Here the sun is always shining,
here there's naught can harm me,
I am safe forever In Beulah Land. 

The strains of the third verse echo in this beautiful church. 
The words wash over me. 
He is safely sheltered here. . . protected by God's hand. 
The sun is always shining. . . naught can harm him.

He's dwelling in Beulah Land. 
Elijah is safe from harm.
My boy; naught can harm him. 
I want to drop to my knees. 
That is his journey now. 
The sobs come. 
My poor girls. 
How can I tell them these are happy/sad tears. 
Tears of ache and longing. Deep Anguish. 
Yet tears of joy that I will see their brother again. 
That the separating is made bearable because of Christ's work on the cross. 
They hug me. 
I think they know. 
Not in whole. But in part. 

I'm living on the mountain, 
underneath a cloudless sky (Praise God)  
I'm drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry, 
Oh yes, I'm feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply, 
For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.

The fountain Elijah drinks from will never run dry. 
And he's feasting. 
That insatiable appetite; filled. 

I may long for my boy with all my being. 
Long to hear his voice. 
Cook his favorite meal.
See all his dreams and hopes fulfilled. 
I may despise this journey.
But I know. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. 
That he,

 my read headed boy, 
is feasting on the Manna with the King of Glory. 

We will One day all feast at the table of God's goodness, if we confess and call upon His name. 
Some call it religion. 
God calls it relationship. 
Some call is rules and regulations. 
God calls it Mercy and Grace. 

Ephesians 2:8
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--
and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--

May your walk today be full of the grace and freedom found in a life surrendered to Christ. 
I miss Elijah with all my being. 
I don't know if my farmer will live or die.
But I do know that one day, I too will feast on that banquet. 
I will dwell in Beulah land. 
And the reunion there will be great. 

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