Words are powerful to me. They are what speaks to my heart. And last night's words were nothing short of Heaven-sent.
It was a later than normal night when we finally made it to bed. Part of it was due to the knowledge that we'd be off today and didn't need our typical shut-eye quota. The other was due to some personal turmoil we're experiencing. Because it's personal and doesn't just, or even really at all, involve me, I'm not sharing. Thanks in advance for the concern I know many of you will have. Nothing to worry your pretty little heads about, just a season of struggle. This too shall pass...
But as we crawled into bed, the weight and emotions from disappointment and drama hovered like a fog cloud. I didn't want to enter dreamland with the darkness and felt the need to turn to God's word. Tim went to get our devotional but returned with the longer, more involved book. I began reading and instantly we realized there was no understanding. Having to repeat the first paragraph three times, I frustratingly closed the book and set it on my bedside table. Reaching between us for the Bible, to place it on top, it fell open to the 34 Psalm.
Comfort nestled among us, peace settled and our spirits were lifted.
Such an honor when God speaks. Or when he whispers. Or gently nudges. However he sends the message, I'm blessed and thankful to hear it.
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