Trust

Trust

We have always been movers.  It sounds unbelievable, but it's true, we've moved more than 30 times in 41 years.  We are like gypsies!  A sense of adventure fills our hearts, and we're compelled to pack up and go.

Sometimes we have no concrete reasons to justify our actions, yet without exception, we discover the reasons after the fact.  Everything in the life of a child of God has purpose.  It's simply amazing!  He knows so much more than we do; it pays to trust Him.

Abraham necessarily trusted God when he was commanded to move to a new land.  He didn't even know where it was, but he trusted.

Genesis 12:1 The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you.

If God Called Me Home

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If God called me home tonight.,
Would I rejoice and praise Him well,
Or would my anxious heart reveal
The hidden fears inside its shell?

If God called me home tonight,
Would I accept His warm embrace,
Or resist instead to firmly grasp
The flesh within this earthly place?
 

If God called me home tonight,
Would peace surround me like a flood,
Or would my mind in fits repel
The victory in my Saviour's blood?

If God called me home tonight,
Would I surrender to His voice,
Or request another plan instead
And later still regret that choice?

© Linda Aleta Tame 2008

Philippians 1:21
For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.

His Kiss

His Fragrance

It's a deliriously delicious scent.  I associate it with honeysuckle and cinnamon.  It comes from no obvious origin, and it leaves without notice.  At first it subtly woos me, this gentle flirtation;  then consumes me.  I close my eyes.  I swoon.

"Is it you Lord?" I ask.  His silence renders my suspicion correct.  Anything more would interrupt this generous gift to my senses.  I breathe deeply, until only a faint remnant remains of His perfume.

Thank you my beloved.  You are always with me, and this moment of sensing Your presence has filled me once again.  How I cherish the kiss of Your fragrance.

Song of Songs 1:3

Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out.