How Will This Story Unfold?

When I wake up in the land of Glory

(Lyrics to Big Daddy Weaves, Yours Will Be) 

What was he thinking when he woke in the land of Glory? 

My red headed boy. 

The one who laughed rich. 

Blues eyes twinkling. 

Temper bubbling just below the surface as he wrestled with adolescence. 

Big strong hands like his daddy. 

These things. 

I think on. 

These things I miss. 

And with the Saints I will tell my story.

Our story. 

Still not finished. 

His. 

So young. 

Completed. 

The thought still rips like a knife. 

Presses hard on my heart. 

Threatening to pull me under. 

So I cling.

To the Word. 

To the Hope. 

And now, the farmers daughter. 

Her story. 

Intertwined with a foreign culture. 

A piece of her still there. 

Longing for the land which cries out with so many needs. 

Her story at 17. 

The same age as her red headed brother. 

In 6 months, she will surpass him in age. 

Her story. 

Pointing heavenward. 

Leaning in. 

Seeking. 

There will be One Name that I proclaim. 

There is only One Name we proclaim. 

There is one focus. 

This place; not our home. 

Until we take our last breath. 

Proclaiming His name.

Where will we go? 

How will we serve? 

Have you asked these questions? 

This ministry. 

Global Compassion Network.

Working to restore; heal. 

Fulfilling the words;

Isaiah 1:17

Learn to do right; seek justice.

 Defend the oppressed. 

Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.

We pray. 

We wait. 

We hope

Big Daddy Weave

Yours Will Be

You Know That Quiet Hush, Right After A Snow Fall? Yes, Me Too

The snow has fallen. 

The world transformed. 

The dirt and brown covered. 

A hush hovers. 

Expectancy. 

The quiet after a snowfall,

A gift. 

I barely dare to take a breath. 

The wonderland; so beautiful. 

I close my eyes.

 I rest in this moment. 

I pause in the presence of a holy God. 

In awe of His creation. 

Such beauty. 

Each day I wrestle with what life should look like. 

What is my role? 

I think many of us do. 

What is my purpose? 

So much has changed. 

I will never be the same. 

And I don't want to be. 

I long to be open and ready to do the work that has been set before me. 

The only thing is- Sometimes I don't know what that work is. 

I become restless and impatient. 

Forgetting the quiet hush. 

Forgetting to look at what is right in front of me. 

Micah 6:8

He hath shown thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?

God has shown us. 

In His word He guides and moves us. 

Pslam 119:11

Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.

That Ancient Word, when hidden in our heart, fills our souls in those moments,

when we are quiet; in His presence. 

His hand will guide the way. 

He has shown us; 

All of us how to live. 

When we are on this  journey of waiting on the Lord.

We continue to rest in the promises given;  

in His unyielding strength. 

No matter what you are waiting on. 

May God give you wisdom and strength. 

May you have courage to wait with expectancy. 

Isaiah 40:31

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

While we are waiting we are given strength and renewal. 

We are not forgotten.