In The Shelter of Your Mercy

This is the nineteenth in a series of journal entries begun in October, 2009. See initial blog post on February 21, 2010.


November 11, 2009

It is in the shelter of your mercy and compassion I rest this morning Lord. It is to your heart of love that knows first hand the effects of sin and sickness, I run. Like the woman who reached out in desperation to touch the hem of your robe…I too come seeking your touch….asking for your healing….hoping that some might see and see your glory…yet realizing it is simply your great mercy and grace I really long for.

You wept, you sighed, you groaned when you encountered all that the evil one had brought upon this world due to our rebellion. Did your heart hurt for us? Was not this the reason you came, to heal…to give sight…to make the lame to walk…the deaf to hear…to release the prisoners from their chains? If no one believed as they witnessed your works of compassion, would you not have still healed because of your great love?

You alone hold life and death in your hands. You choose both for your purpose, for ways I do not understand.

Hear my plea, oh Lord, grant life, give healing, not necessarily that others might see and be changed, but that I might spend the rest of my earthly days marveling at your heart that cries and weeps, that sighs and groans like mine. That I might fully come to know you as my great high priest, who is touched by all the touches me….touch me oh God.

God is My Salvation

This is the eighteenth in a series of journal entries begun in October, 2009. See initial blog post on February 21, 2010.


November 7, 2009


“Behold, God is my Salvation; I will trust and will not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation." Isaiah 12:2


I get this so reversed, Lord. I find myself afraid and try to convince myself to trust in you. You tell me to first see you – You ARE my salvation – therefore in YOU I can trust! Because of YOU, I do not have to fear. The circumstances may be grim, there may be giants in the land – but often it is not for me to know this, in mercy you cover my eyes – I am simply to trust in you. You will accomplish all you have purposed to do.


Keep me from dwelling upon the unseen giants, oh God. You are my hope and my salvation, my life's song. Indeed, whom shall I fear! Of whom shall I be afraid, for you are God and there is none like unto you.

An Eternal Perspective

This is the seventeenth in a series of journal entries begun in October, 2009. See initial blog post on February 21, 2010.

November 6, 2009

“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.”

How this has triggered something in my heart, Lord. Each day, whether I know it or not, from the moment I was born….my outer self…this body…began to waste away. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. And yet, that very process points to the truth; the longer I live, the weaker this body becomes while at the same time my inner man is becoming stronger and stronger. It is a parallel I never understood.

When I am weak, He is strong. When my flesh fails, God prevails. “I must decrease, that he might increase!”

Oh Lord, give me an eternal perspective.