I love the feel of wind. I love the thought of it catching under my wings and lifting me above the chaos of this world. I love the refuge I find in God’s word, rising me above and away from the darkness. I love our King of Kings, King of all winds.
Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.~ Romans 12:12 NIV
This pandemic (and 7 years of intense chronic illness) has created a new abundance — more joy in hope, more patience in affliction and more faithful in prayers.
In my daily reading of scripture, the Lord takes me on many journeys. Some are lessons, some are revelations, but some are just plum relaxing and fun like today.
It has been 6 weeks of “social distancing” due to the pandemic. It has been a long 6 weeks and darkness has tried to sneak in… BUT light has won.
Tomorrow is the first day I will be venturing out to reengage in society. Not only have we all been in the middle of this pandemic, but I have also just spent almost 7 years very ill and isolated, much of that time in bed. The suffering has been intense and it is now time for new things. Thank you, Lord!
This is a stinking big deal for me tomorrow.
So what was provided in my daily reading of scripture?
- God provided me with beautiful scripture that is calming, reassuring and puts wind under my wings so I can fly tomorrow.
- He provided me with the understanding that He has grounded the foundations of the earth so that it does not feel so wobbly to me.
- He is handing me a chariot to ride above the circumstances.
- The Lord has given me a visual of what is above and what is below, the vastness of His making.
- He made my boundaries, specific ones for me, very clear to keep me safe. The Lord has instilled in me the boundaries that He wants me to have authority over.
- The Lord has provided specific work for me to do that glorifies Him. The perception that this work is “small” is irrelevant to me.
As I read the scripture below, it lifted me above all of the troubles, all of the endless “circumstances” of this life here on earth. Above chronic illness and the pandemic.
Even Texas is so small in comparison to eternity. Texas is one of the first states to start lifting its restrictions in waves. Now that we have gone through a pandemic, with a global view, Texas no longer looks so big.
May tomorrow’s wind carry me exactly where I need to be (and you too). Thank you, Lord, for the view from scripture that crossed my eyes, my mind and my soul to prepare me for tomorrow…
Praise the Lord, my soul.
1Lord my God, you are very great;
you are clothed with splendor and majesty.
2 The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment;
he stretches out the heavens like a tent
3 and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds his chariot
and rides on the wings of the wind.
4 He makes winds his messengers,
flames of fire his servants.
5 He set the earth on its foundations;
it can never be moved.
6 You covered it with the watery depths as with a garment;
the waters stood above the mountains.
7 But at your rebuke the waters fled,
at the sound of your thunder they took to flight;
8 they flowed over the mountains,
they went down into the valleys,
to the place you assigned for them.
9 You set a boundary they cannot cross;
never again will they cover the earth.
10 He makes springs pour water into the ravines;
it flows between the mountains.
11 They give water to all the beasts of the field;
the wild donkeys quench their thirst.
12 The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
they sing among the branches.
13 He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
14 He makes grass grow for the cattle,
and plants for people to cultivate—
bringing forth food from the earth:
15 wine that gladdens human hearts,
oil to make their faces shine,
and bread that sustains their hearts.
16 The trees of the Lord are well watered,
the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
17 There the birds make their nests;
the stork has its home in the junipers.
18 The high mountains belong to the wild goats;
the crags are a refuge for the hyrax.
19 He made the moon to mark the seasons,
and the sun knows when to go down.
20 You bring darkness, it becomes night,
and all the beasts of the forest prowl.
21 The lions roar for their prey
and seek their food from God.
22 The sun rises, and they steal away;
they return and lie down in their dens.
23 Then people go out to their work,
to their labor until evening.