I am working on my annual review and what an annual it has been.
Even as I know the shadows and still feel their touch, their implications, I feel the breeze. I read the scrawl of the past year and find green, buds, sprouts that will get us to tomorrow. To springtime.
Help me fix my eyes not on the remainder of things looming but the finished grace you give over and over. Truth over fear. Be our glory. Be our treasure.
Not one is missing. To him who has no might, He increases strength. (Is. 40:26, 29)
He covers the over-done like a weighted blanket, while His angels bear you up. Set your love on Him and find your terror in night, your daytime arrows, absorbed. Gone. (Ps. 91)
When we have been brought to a place we never wanted to go, the Lord enjoys our attention as never before. (adapted from Acedia, Norris)
Keep at it. He is a sure thing. Perfect peace is there for the stubborn. Our cumulative longing bears shalom–wholeness, safety and welfare. (Is. 26:3-4)
“But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God.
I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and ever.
I will thank you forever because you have done it.
I will wait for your name, for it is good, in the presence of the godly.”
Wait. Be silent and thankful in the presence of good company. His grace is finished and new.