It’s quiet here.
If I were home, I know I’d be tending to the men in my life, grabbing a sip of coffee as I flit from one to the other.
But, here, it’s quiet. There is little sound and so He feels so close.
I am not at church this Sunday morning, but make no mistake, the Church is sometimes sweetest in a quiet morning in the mountains.
The choir this morning is the thundering rain on the roof, slipping through the trees as a peaceful song, soothing the soul.
The fire pops and crackles, sending a warm coziness in the cool, rainy morning.
My coffee and I share holy moments as I look hard through the rain, through the fog to catch a glimpse of the mountains in the distance.
I know they are there. Standing strong, standing firm and unmovable. But, I can’t see them.
Warriors, rain and thunder will come. Life will come; sometimes with joy and sometimes with suffering.
It will be hard to see God through the rain, through the fog. But, He is there. Standing strong, firm and unmovable for the love of His children.
Even if the mountains heave up from their anchors,
and the hills quiver and shake, I will not desert you.
You can rely on My enduring love;
My covenant of peace will stand forever.
So says the Eternal One, whose love won’t give up on you. Isaiah 54:10 (The Voice)
Keep looking, Warriors.
He is there.
The rain and the fog will clear. The suffering will end and you will see His glory in it.
Glorious Sunday to you, Warriors. Battle through today.