Disentangle from the daily and re-anchor in the Divine.
I looked about the cabin, concerned that everyone else aboard the flight was beholding the beauty just beyond our wings. Sadly, the passengers about buried in books or devices, adrift with sleeping masks and shuttered windows, oblivious to the glory show were uniquely privy to. I turned back to the clouds, unwilling to let it go unseen.
Silent Saturday held the darkest hours of human history – a Sabbath subtracted from the hope of a Savior.
We can look at Moses’ Midian experience and find a blueprint for our own.
It’s a place I’ve spent precious little time, but the promise of peace lures my memory again and again.
Holiness took hold of them as they intentionally stepped away from their common work and towards God’s rest.
When leaders are being emotional, irrational, inconsistent or unjust, we can still rely one God’s sovereignty to work the situation for His glory.
In response to this morning’s half-asleep prayer, I saw Jesus differently…
Joseph’s brothers expected the worst because they had done the worst. What they didn’t expect was blessing.
I’m becoming convinced, He can accomplish more in our soul in a season of wholehearted waiting than a lifetime of distraction.
The place we allow pain to take us makes an impact on eternity.