Resting In Jesus

I close my eyes as I sit quietly. With my eyes closed the bright colors of crimson red and yellow bounce across the blackness. I allow my body to relax sinking further back into the chair. My breathing becoming slow and even and my heartbeat steady. My thoughts are full of God. I continue quieting my soul and extending it heavenward. In complete peace and surrender I begin to feel the peace that only God can bring to a quiet spirit.

I reach out extending my soul further and further as I seem to go higher and higher. His presence surrounds me. My spirit begins to sing an anthem of praise. "There is no one like Him, Praise His Holy Name." I glory in His love and grace as He fills me and heals me. A sweet melody surrounds me of music and voices, and endless sea of souls, "Praise His Holy Name, Praise His Holy Name, Praise His Holy Name."

His presence is everywhere as I soak in the glory of God. I am reminded, "Where can I go from your presence." My strength is being renewed, my vision becomes clearer once again. Oh "the peace of God that passes all understanding."

Once more I will not fear what tomorrow may bring for the battle is not mine but Gods and with God I do know that all things are possible to them that believe. So I will rest in His arms of grace once again. I am assured and at peace all fear is gone. I hum softly, "Blessed assurance Jesus is mine."





Until We Meet Again...God Bless

Are We There Yet?

I have been waiting for a major breakthrough. I don't know why I can't just be happy with the status quo but I seem to always have this longing in my heart. I know there is something more that's coming. Something more I'm suppose to do. I just can't let go of it. It's like a voice calling from the distance. I keep trying to follow it hoping I am getting closer. I have a deep seeded, gut wrenching need to get there.

Sometimes I wish I could be like my husband always content with where he is, always settled. If life gets better great, if it doesn't he will handle that too, but I can't. The voice in the distance gets louder every day. I have to keep moving forward. I have to reach my destination. My eyes strain to catch a glimpse. My heart pounds faster and aches with longing. The glimpses the sign posts along the way only excite me more. Almost like a kid on their way to Disney Land who constantly asks, "Are we there yet?"

In my life my soul has scaled mountains and walls, crossed rivers and the hot desert and has spent countless hours in the darkness and in prayer. There have been times of quiet desperation and times I have screamed at the top of my lungs wanting to run away but still desperately hanging on to the dream, the voice I hear in the distance.

I figure I can't be the only one who feels this way. You must have a dream something in your heart that you are striving for that you can't let go of no matter what happens. I know we will make it. I have to believe that or why would God have given us the dream to begin with? Why would we continue to hear the voice crying from our souls trying desperately to unite with the voice in the distance.

So today I am trying to be quiet. I keep moving forward but every now and then I stop and ask like a small child, "Daddy, are we there yet?"





Until We Meet Again......God Bless