Jehovah was not in the wind. And after the wind, an earthquake: Jehovah was not in the earthquake.
And after the earthquake, a fire: Jehovah was not in the fire. And after the fire, a soft gentle voice. (1Kings 19:11-12)

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Let Your Steadfast Love Comfort Me

Colombian coffee lingers in the stillness. The steamy rich creaminess on my tongue is but a memory till I fill my cup again. I lean back in the black leather desk chair from the books before me; my anchor of a study Bible spread open and a devotional split back and face down. 

The hum of the computer fills the quiet space; it is deafening in the silence of the dawn. The tweet of a text just alerted me of a beautiful message of hope and grace and truth. A friend is praying for me and I lean into truth to rest in the arms of God, my Comforter. 

My heart will embrace the beauty of His precious words this day for when I will have to lay myself face down on the cold table and the technicians will tell me not to move a muscle or the magnetic imaging will have to be repeated. The noise will close in on me and send me into an almost state of panic. Just me alone in a great room filled with bangs that will ricochet around me. It will be so loud I will only be able to chant in my mind, “The Lord is my shepherd . . . He leads me beside still waters.”

I start this day sitting curled in a peaceful silence. I will have to end laying prostrate holding onto the promise of being held in His presence, a safe pasture for those who trust in Him, in the midst of magnetic waves that will attempt to drown me as they scan my chest for any sign of cancer. 

I will go from here meditating on the words of the Psalmist, letting them linger in the recesses of my heart: “You are good and do good . . . let your steadfast love comfort me.”

1 comment:

  1. I've been praying. Hope you're resting and peace-filled tonight, and that you've received good news.


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