Along The Trail

Canopy of Light

Under the canopy of quieting light play was found. The sort of play making the heart have wings as swallowfuls of fresh air are ingested.

Having someone to share the play with deepens the enjoyment. But the light. The light makes the enjoyment possible. Sheltered under the canopy of light we find freedom and hope and delight. The way is made clear and the fears are lessened. 

The light allows us to have our bearings when we fall, when our pain and struggle would try to undo us. The light helps us see what we otherwise could not see. Where there is light, there is hope.

 

 

 

Where there is light, there is joy!

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a cleansing stream

He ran to the stream. He couldn't resist the invitation to let it all go and splash with abandon.

Fully raw, without hesitation or fear, he stepped into the peace, into the beauty.

With the logic of a child dripping in dirt, he bent to the cleansing of the stream. At the washing away, he giggled in delight.

With the faith of a child, run to the stream of God's presence and submerge in His cleansing grace. Delight in His peace and gift of freedom.

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word surge

Noise statics across the air waves, opinions bluster through the doorways. Shelves of voices lean stacked against the walls and words jumble through the stream of the internet. 

We each carry a message, a thought, a conviction. We celebrate and mourn and rejoice and weep and long to be heard at some level. Long to connect. 

But in the quieting of our words, in the stilling of the swirling thoughts is a power. His Words bring a surging of power setting us free, filling our void, awakening our hearts.

[the above photos were taken by Marty Paul of SFCA Senior Trip]

Gotcha Covered

Even after every last ounce has been squeezed out. Even after sanity seems lost. Even when the struggle feels unrelenting and the peace a vapor. Even after the millionth time. Even when the winds of defiance tornado through and the icebergs of apathy plummet the heart. Above all...

The seeping warmth, the enfolding assurance of love's covering. A love impossible for us to offer on our own. A love undoing us in the blanket of our own sin. But love covering all. 

I Peter 4:8 | Visit the Memorize It Monday Page for our past verses.