Posts Tagged precious moments

The Day Will Come

Walking with JesusIn the early first hours of the day God speaks to me silently from His heart to mine.  In those precious moments I feel like a child on my Father’s knee, my head against His chest, listening to the sound of His loving heart. And as I go into the day, where I’m often quickly swallowed by the cares and turmoil of this world we live in, I hold tight to His hand, as a toddler holds his father’s hand. I feel His presence—His hand on my shoulder—every minute of every day.

The day will come when all this is true. Perhaps not while I inhabit this body and dwell on this earth, but it will come. He tells me this in the morning and it causes me to sing for joy and be glad all my days.

Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. Psalm 90:14

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The Sound of Love

I usually rise before the sun and, most mornings, I’m alone for a while with my thoughts and God. What precious moments they are.

Mornings with God are like drinking coffee. We sip from the cup of hot brew, and when it begins to grow warm, then cold, we refill it so that the heat returns. In the mornings, I refill my heart with the warmth of God’s love, and I take in all I can while I’m alone with Him. This rekindles the fires within me—the desire to know Him and be a part of His world and His plan.

It’s just me and God in the morning. We talk and we listen—I to Him and He to me. I read, and I write; He watches and smiles. I’m like a child in my search for His knowledge, and He is like a father watching his young child puzzle over numbers and letters.

I lay my requests before Him each morning, then wait expectantly as I go about my day. Sometimes… I can feel His loving gaze.

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In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation. Psalm 5:3

 

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Precious Moments

Here’s another one for Sherry to close out our special day. We lived in a small subdivision on Lake Travis for a little over nine years. The time we spent there was wonderful and there were lots of precious moments. This poem describes one of the many special evenings we shared there. Read the rest of this entry »

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Precious Moments

Sherry and I lived in a small subdivision on Lake Travis for a little over nine years. The time we spent there was wonderful and there were lots of precious moments. This poem describes one of the many special evenings we shared there. Read the rest of this entry »

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