Psalm 94:19
When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.
We just spent a week at the beach, soaking up the rays of the sun and digging our toes into the warm sand, to the roar of the ocean as the salty air blew our windswept hair into happy tangled messes.
(I was away from the computer, flying and e-mail ...my feet were firmly planted on the ground.....nice!!)
Funny,.. how a week away from everything,...brings that same 'everything' into perspective...
It seemed like any anxiety floated away in the ocean breezes. I was able to recieve His consolation, because I was finally still enough, to actually feel the breeze.
I recognized that alot of what I worry about really isn't mine to worry over, never was and still isn't..
So, I let it go.....At some point I really started breathing, I looked at everyone and everything around me...and instinctively knew that we are His,...
We belong to no other...
His consolation is ours for the taking...He offers it freely...
Psalm 139:17-18
"How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.
We just spent a week at the beach, soaking up the rays of the sun and digging our toes into the warm sand, to the roar of the ocean as the salty air blew our windswept hair into happy tangled messes.
(I was away from the computer, flying and e-mail ...my feet were firmly planted on the ground.....nice!!)
Funny,.. how a week away from everything,...brings that same 'everything' into perspective...
It seemed like any anxiety floated away in the ocean breezes. I was able to recieve His consolation, because I was finally still enough, to actually feel the breeze.
I recognized that alot of what I worry about really isn't mine to worry over, never was and still isn't..
So, I let it go.....At some point I really started breathing, I looked at everyone and everything around me...and instinctively knew that we are His,...
We belong to no other...
His consolation is ours for the taking...He offers it freely...
Psalm 139:17-18
"How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand."
As I slid my feet deep into the sand, I could not begin to imagine a love so fierce and immeasurable that it could outnumber the grains of sand...
Sometimes because we cannot imagine it, we think it must not be true....
And yet,... it is 'the one grain of sand' that proves to me,...how very much He does..love us...
Father, Thank-you for time away...
It brings me joy to know how often you think of us...I really can't imagine...
and I thank you,.... that I don't have to,..in order to know that it's true..
and I thank you,.... that I don't have to,..in order to know that it's true..
I leave every anxious thought with you..
May I quiet my soul before you...
In Christ's name...Amen
Blessings to you dear.
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