There are times when music transports me to the gates of heaven (this last Sunday singing “Holy, Holy, Holy” during worship was such an occasion). That moment, of deep calling to deep, stirred me in a way, that I want to help others share its fullness. But, when I go to write it down, the words are sorely inadequate. So I resort to photography, hints of heaven in nature. But then the photograph I take never quite recounts my glimpse of heaven. Therefore, when you look at the following picture, play your most stirring music, smell the fragrance of the ocean after a rain, and meditate on: “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Rev. 21:4) Then you may catch a glimpse of “Holy, holy, holy! The Lord God Almighty.”
The warm sun on my back.
A cool freshness tumbling with the water.
The sound of birds singing in the trees.
The smell of water and cedar.
There is so much you can’t experience from the picture.
The love of family.
The the laughter of the ones I cherish.
The smell of meals rich with each other.
The warmth of their presence.
There is so much more than what you see in a picture.
The love of God.
The comfort of His compassion.
His peace that surpasses all understanding.
The joy in His presence.
There is so much you can’t know from standing outside and looking in.
The photograph is a window to entice you to come in.
“If God will be with me”
That makes everything different.
It pushes out fear.
It makes one moment worth a lifetime.
It turns mourning into gladness.
It turns my empty life into fullness of life.
It gives me rest and security.
It brings me peace.
His presence is beautiful,
And He fills me with beauty.
Title -Jacob in Genesis 28:20, 1 John 4:18, Psalm 27:1, Psalm 84:10, Jeremiah 31:13, John 10:10, Psalm 62:1-2, Proverbs 18:10, John 14:27, Philippians 4:7, Psalm 27:4, Matthew 6:30
Please, add to the list.
In this day of trouble, I just need to meditate on the fact the LORD of the mountains and the sky, is my help, and my hope.
I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all Your doings;
I muse on the work of Your hands.
I stretch out my hands to You;
My soul longs for You, as a parched land.
…Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning;
For I trust in You.- Psalm 143
Water running so pure and refreshing, it is life giving, it is cleansing, it is soothing for tired feet after a long hike. But, if we realized it is just a metaphor for the living water Jesus wants to give us, then we would let go of everything else to partake in this blessing. Adding to the joy would be helping our family and friends to join the jubilee. One important fact is it matters not how tired and dirty you are, for the living water will wash it all away. Step in, the water is wonderful.
What if … you could be God’s favorite?
Like Mary Magdalene?
Better yet, beyond your wildest dreams — like Jesus.
Check it out, John 15:9.
What a wild and crazy thought:
If God is for us, who can be against us? Why, God even sacrificed His Son for us (1 John 4:10). That sacrifice means, His love and desire for us goes way beyond our comprehension (Ephesians 3:17-19). The truth is we can be God’s favorite by just wanting to be close to Him (James 4:8).
The Glacier Lily is one of the first flowers of Spring: a sign of what is to come. If this is how God clothes the grass of the field, I can’t wait to see what He has in store for you, His favorite.
How long, O LORD? How long must I cry for help?
You do not reply, are You not hearing?
How long, O LORD? Will You not rescue those in need?
There is only silence, the echo off walls of fearing.
Where is Your justice, O LORD?
Where is Your peace?
The pain only mounts ever higher in triumph,
Will You let hurt win, never to cease?
Sending evil to punish evil is there no end?
Wickedness and lies scourge the land.
Where is Your love?
Where is Your Righteous Right Hand?
The revelation awaits the appointed time.
Though we do not see it, for our eyes are dim
The sure way of love, mystery unfolding,
Not constrained by human whim.
For now let faith be our sight
For the LORD doth reign above
God’s right arm not too weak for the fight
Dies to swallow the wrong, and make us right.
Evil cannot fathom, ever blind to love
Charging headlong, so prideful and wise
With his own spear you pierced his head
Thus he becomes the tool for his own demise.
For now we stand in awe,
And partake of God’s mercy
To the heights He calls
And relying on His strength
Step out to mount the walls.
A promise about The Promise … Jesus, The Messiah. Read more about it in Isaiah 55