Last night, at 12 am, I danced in a field, alone, because I wanted to. I felt the earth drawing me and inviting me to come and take a walk and though I was tired, I could not refuse. As I was walking to the park where I was planning on swinging I kept hearing in my heart and in my head, “He will not long refuse those who love Him.” I sat on that swing while the wind, in all of it’s zeal, whipped about me. I was listening to a song by Natasha Koppy/Gentry and singing, “In the wind you’re waiting, you are always waiting. Waiting for me, waiting with me.” Before I knew it, my feet were on the ground and my hands were in the air. I danced and danced in that wide open field. My heart was bursting, and as I watched my shadow dance with me, I was overwhelmed with the reality of a God who sees in secret. I felt His nearness so strongly that I was almost afraid and I stopped. “You’re so real, and I believe you”, is what I kept saying. When I finally started walking home the Lord was softly whispering to me about the way that He beholds my heart in the secret place.
When the words of man fail to comfort my soul and all of the advice in the world falls short of bringing me peace, He is my hope.
God of hope, give us the peace that comes in believing you.
