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Friday, April 12, 2013

Through the Fog


The fog.

It covered the land this morning

Like the fog
covers areas of my life.

I can't see where to go.

I can barely see enough
to take just one step.




But that is how You designed it.

So I can lean on You,

and hold your hand,

As you guide me

One step at a time.










As we make this journey

up out of this valley

where the sun shines

and breaks through

and burns up the fog.








Blessing Your Spirit by S. Gunter:


Bless your sweet softness in hands of your Father when you don't understand what he's doing . . . your surrendered heart to look for Him . . . EVERY season has its beauty. Faithful steps of faith and obedience. Faith and obedience . . . with each place He takes you in your "not my first choice" circumstances, He draws you deeper into Himself . . . Seeing the fingerprints of the unseen.


One of my favorite devotionals, Streams in the Desert, for April 1:
"In fierce storms," said an old seaman, "we must do one thing; there is only one way: we must put the ship in a certain position and keep her there."

This, Christian, is what you must do. Sometimes, like Paul, you can see neither sun nor stars, and no small tempest lies on you; and then you can do but one thing; there is only one way.

Reason cannot help you; past experiences give you no light. Even prayer fetches no consolation. Only a single course is left. You must put your soul in one position and keep it there.

You must stay upon the Lord; and come what may--winds, waves, cross-seas, thunder, lightning, frowning rocks, roaring breakers--no matter what, you must lash yourself to the helm, and hold fast your confidence in God's faithfulness, His covenant engagement, His everlasting love in Christ Jesus.
--Richard Fuller

Ann Voskamp from her A Holy Experience blog entry "Easter Monday Faith:"
Easter Monday faith believes that in impossible darks — impossible light sparks.
Easter Monday faith believes that the tombs places of our life — are but womb places for new life.
All new life labors out of the very bowels of darkness.
And there is no other way.
 
There is no other way but the fog.

For now.

So I set my course on you, Jesus.

Turn ALL of me 
back to ALL of You,
as I am prone to wander.

Wander around in the dark.

Waiting impatiently.