Today is one of those days.
You know. You’ve had them.
You ache because life aimed its fiery darts at your heart and set it on fire and you need to hear some precious words of comfort from the Lord.
Maybe you tossed all night and kicked off the hot covers and turned over the tear-stained pillow a thousand times, hearing nothing but the beat of your own heart.
Maybe you watched for the first glint of dawn, as the clock seduced you to check it every fifteen minutes.
Maybe the words you need to hear from the Lord are not for yourself but for someone you love dearly who is hurting, deeply hurting.
You cry out, “Lord, where are You?”
Then comes this whisper from the Still Small Voice…
“Today is not a day for many words. Just believe and sit quietly before Me. Open your heart and be aware of My Presence.”
After that, no more words. Nada. Zilch. Zippity-do-dah!
But then, verses bubble up from within…
*“Be still, and know…” (Ps. 46:10 NKJV)
*“But He answered her not a word.” (Matt. 15:23 NKJV)
*“She came and, kneeling, worshiped Him and kept praying.” (Matt. 15:25 AMPC)
*“And behold, a woman…stood at His feet behind Him weeping; and she began to wash His feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head; and she kissed His feet and anointed them with the fragrant oil.” (Luke 7:37-38 NKJV)
How often do we sit at the feet of our Lord just to feel His nearness, His heartbeat, His love?
How often do we seek a handout rather than to hold His hand?
Do we open our hearts and pour out upon Him that precious perfume of our love…without saying a word?
David wrote, “What a blessing is that stillness as He brings them safely into harbor!” (Ps. 107:30 TLB) When you experience His stillness, may it be a soft resonance within you as harmony, safety, and peace.
~Oh, Lord, when in the blackest hours of my pain, when adversity attempts to overwhelm me, and there is no word from You, I will believe You are still near. I will believe You linger by my side, though unnoticed, holding my hand, though not felt.
I will believe You gently wipe away all my tears. I will believe You lovingly hold my heart in Your nail-scarred hands. I will believe You soothe all my hurts.
Lord, may I sit adoringly at Your feet to seek Your Presence rather than Your hand, to seek Your heartbeat rather than Your words. Amen!~
*I felt led to repost this as so many people are hurting.
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