The Dark Night of the soul

There is a secret place of concealment with God. where He draws us into a season called The Dark Night of the Soul.   

A path leads to this place of wilderness and the door closes behind us.  We cannot find the way out and so we stay, for awhile.

In this secret wilderness His voice becomes muffled.  He speaks but we don’t fully understand His whispers.  

He becomes elusive and so we pursue and seek after Him as He hides in the shadows.

What once was sure now trembles in a heart that no longer trusts its own voice.

The road of comfort is eroded by the heat of the sun and the grainy blasts from desert winds.

The Dark Night is a place where the strong are broken and then remade.

Self is stripped away until a soul falls depleted at His feet.

Self reliance comes to an end and it is then the gate is opened.

The Dark Night makes you unafraid of darkness forever more.

Captivated by Love

To encounter Him is a sacred and costly journey. 

A consuming call to follow.
To commune with Him as He extends an invitation
 to a divine encounter.

He captivates, capturing our heart with His love.

Will you give Him your life to rest upon?

In doing so you will find that
 “In the light of a King’s face is life, 
and His favour is like a cloud 
with the spring rain.” 
 Proverbs 16:15

A year ends and another begins


“The Bible tells us that we are God’s masterpieces (poiema in Greek); not only creatures, but His creations, His poems (Eph 2:10). We are living epistles (2 Cor 3:3).

And so, our lives are meant to be listened to, because it is God who is speaking into and out of and through the symphony of the years, and the masterpiece of a lifetime.” ~Michael Card
A turning of the page; a new chapter and one year ends and another begins.  A time of reflection and resolution; a looking back and looking ahead as the sands of time trickle to the close of 2012.
God designs a purpose for our life and when we find it we are at home and happy and our souls soar in what we are meant to do.
In His hands we become unique instruments that He plays in this symphony called life.  In His hands we are the pen with which He writes. 
So as this year turns, set your heart on this quest, to sing and write His song with our lives.

God walks with us

Painting by Greg Olson

God walks in and through our lives.  He comes in many guises.  For Moses it was a bush that burned but was not consumed.  Jacob marvels, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I was not aware of it.” Joseph was sold as a slave in order to save Israel in a time of famine.

On the road to Emmaus, Cleopas and his friend talked about how they had hoped that Jesus was going to redeem Israel but now He was dead.  They walked, downcast in heart and spirit, while all along, He walked beside them and they knew Him not. 

And when are we the most unaware of the One who walks with us? 
It is often in the most difficult and troubling of circumstances.  Hopes dashed.  Dreams gone.  At sometime in each of our lives He comes in the guise of suffering and gently weaves threads of purpose amidst the pain.

Like those on the road to Emmaus we too often walk with downcast head and heart.  Easily filled with anger, self-pity and bitterness.  This is not what we wanted nor what we expected.

The contortions of the heart often blind us to that which is within our soul.  Never alone, He walks with us through the still and through the storm.

It is often in the desolate places that God’s voice is heard more clearly.  But few go there of their own accord.  It is a path not willingly chosen.  Sometimes it is God’s will to push us to those places that strip and lay bare the intents of the heart and soul

It happened to Elijah and it will happen to us.

“When Elijah saw how things were, he ran for dear life to Beersheba, far in the south of Judah. He left his young servant there and then went on into the desert another day’s journey. He came to a lone broom bush and collapsed in its shade, wanting in the worst way to be done with it all—to just die: “Enough of this, GOD! Take my life—I’m ready to join my ancestors in the grave!” Exhausted, he fell asleep under the lone broom bush.”  1 Kings 19:3-5 The Message

Yet in this darkest of seasons (after the highest of victories) Elijah learned to recognize that God was in the storm, the fire, the wind and He also was in the still small voice.

God walks with us along life’s road even when we cannot see it.  

Lord, like the disciples on the road to Emmaus, open our eyes so that we may see You.

Never alone.  Not forsaken.