Tonight I’m sitting here quietly pondering the events of the past week.
Pondering what to write. I want to write something, anything.
I have so much to say but I feel restrained. It’s not time yet.
But I can say this…
Tho it’s been blow after blow, we’re still standing.
Tho we’ve had knock after knock, we’re still praising.
And tho we’re staring down the face of yet another giant we’re leaning evermore closely on the arms of love and feeling safe, feeling comforted.
Love coming from everywhere and I mean everywhere.
Overwhelmed by love.
And as I sit here looking at the blank page words begin to sound in my ears. It’s the tune of an old hymn.
It flows from my lips.
I picture my grandma in her white uniform standing by the old church pew with a smile straight from heaven and I sing the words with her and smile back.
“Leaning, Leaning safe and secure from all alarms
Leaning , leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms”
Uncanny how those words seem to ring comfort, heaven’s comfort and as I’m singing and being comforted I notice a verse on the screen.
“The eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms: and HE shall thrust out the enemy before you and shall say; Destroy them!”
Afraid, looking for God. Asking, “where are you” and on that day I hear him whisper “underneath are His everlasting arms” and HE knows “god with skin on” is coming https://stephkaracottagedreams.com/2014/02/24/god-with-skin-on/
I hear those words all over again and they help me lean in closer.