I wake in the early dawn with a peace and joy in my heart, supernatural, beyond comprehension. A soft pink sky, a dainty breeze. The sweet new mercies and grace of God are so beautiful!
We moved into the house this weekend. Sweet friends from church came to meet the needs involved in hauling stuff around. And even the piano found a place. Over the weekend, lots of hard work and sweat as we worked on fixing up basic things around the house and yard. As I stood under the sun filtered through a gracious haze of thin clouds I couldn't help smiling and rejoicing. I thought to all those years on "mission" trips, all the yard work and stuff. Ha! My house is the mission project now. And as I sat with Him and a section of Psalms, I literally wept. He is great and He alone.
But coming into that move, the spiritual attack as real and acute. We do not battle flesh and blood and we are stepping into a dark place with the Light of Truth. Our prowling enemy, that bully of the soul, seeks to destroy: hope, peace, joy, lives.
Tuesday, day 5, while we were at work the house was broken into and burgled. Honestly, I was very shaky and nervous for a little bit, but both Deb and I had to immediately praise Jesus. It was the most gracious of robberies really. And while some things were taken, it was as if God's hand came over them and said "enough". In the book of Job chapter 38 it is said of God that he tells the waves how far they can come up the shores and then He orders "this is where your proud heart stops". To say I had no fear? I did. But God is growing faith and lessening fear. Trusting God is worshipping Him, following Him, clinging to Him even when circumstance or your own butterfly-filled stomach tempt you not to. Our God is greater! And as He saw me through the next day and those fears He proves Himself all the more.
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