One year ago, almost to the day, I sat outside of our barn doing my devotions. My heart was deeply saddened by personal events that were taking place at that time. I found the writing that I did that day this morning, amazed at how it still fits today. I wish I could say that a ministers life is perfect and full of roses and bowls of cherries. But roses have thorns and cherries have pits. Right now all I can do is look straight ahead at Jesus and trust that God will make all things right in His time. As you can see, my sorrow is deep… Perhaps being transparent and real is harmful to a ministers life. Perhaps people only want to see the bright side of life. Right now, at this moment in time, I’m just a woman.
Philippians 4:8 NKJV
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things.
Inside troubled clouds is the hidden treasure we long for. The light of promise seems covered by the dim gray clouds of fear. As the Son slowly rises, the gray that once covered our hopes disappears. His presence forces the darkness to give in to the brighter. Beams of his radiance penetrate the day. Dark clouds change to hope. Pearls of wisdom begin to emerge from the depth of despair. Distant promises still seem too far away to change the present. But here and now, in the midst of the solitude of only You, Oh Lord, peace is found. Quickly things change, fleetingly You allow the colors of life to show themselves then become something new. Your promises never leave for they are the rock on which we stand. The world becomes even brighter as time ticks by, allowing colors to fade and clouds to disappear. The silence the world ushers in the comfort of knowing only now the Lord can speak the loudest. Through our eyes He tells of His love. Through our hearts He makes His Will known. At the moment, soul piercing pain comes the intense reality of who God is. When we can stand no more we fall to our faces and worship.