This week is shaping up to be one of the busier weeks of my life. I began it yesterday with much fear and trepidation. However, yesterday afternoon, when a friend asked how I was coping so far, I stopped to take stock and give an honest answer. That's when I first noticed it. There was a strange feeling welling up inside of me that I did not recognize because it was the last thing I expected this week. It took me a minute to label it, but sure it enough, there it was. Hope. In the midst of all that was swiring around me, I had this unwaivering confidence that this week would provide innumerable opportunities for my loving heavenly Father to show me His uncompromising faithfulness. I don't know how or when He'll show up in the midst of my chaos but I am utterly certain He'll be there with a calming peace that passes all understanding.
This afternoon, I am listening to a mix of my favorite worship songs, including one with a line that never seems to be far from my lips. "I am empty, but you are holy. Come and fill this place with who you are ..."
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you have a blog. i am being a computer nerd tonight and found your blog link on facebook. now i can read your encouraging words when i am not there to hear them. :)
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