The Call Of The Trail

BESTThe trail is paved. Though rocky and uneven, it is surprisingly inviting. The winding road beckons you to trot with faith in the clearing up ahead. Mounted on a vehicle of strength, a steady steed, you ride into the distance with sheer anticipation of the events up ahead.

Will you encounter deep darkness or tremble in shivering fear? Or will you garner strength and hold out the sword of the perfect spirit? You will never know unless you gallop forward.

And gallop forward you must. For God does not call us to be complacent. He has called us to be warriors of his passionate truth. Surrounded by thick vines and branches, you see the clearing – and the uncertainty up ahead is great.

However, you know that your feet are equipped with the buckles of his salvation and you are lined with his armor that is impenetrable.

Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and he will establish your plan. – Proverbs 16:3

You may fear the enemies in the distance; but, God has already defeated them for you. They are nothing but empty threats lined with hollow souls; so – do not fear!

The LORD has gone ahead of you and displayed his power of utmost greatness. He has established your plan – and that is one of striking triumph!

Ride on, dear seeker. Leave the comfort of the nest and branch out. Search out the beauty that the trail ride can offer your life. For it is when we leave the comfort of the familiar, that we are richly blessed.

I could never resist the call of the trail. – Buffalo Bill

Trust in the provision of the Most High. Answer the call of the trail before your glistening eyes. Take chances that reflect his Almighty Nature. Shine with his great light and be not afraid of the scoffers that try to knock you down.

Suit up. Grip your saber and ride forward – into the great unknown. Breathe in the bounty that Christ offers and brush off the vines that attempt to hinder your path. Look to the light – and rest in the mercies of your Maker’s promises.

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The Lord Will Fullfill His Promises To Her

_Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!_ - Luke 1_45Dear gentle woman, full of hopes and pretty dreams. Lift your head up high, feel the weight of that crown on your full head of glorious locks. Smile into the sunlight and lap up those precious promises engraved by the hands of God.

“Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!” – Luke 1:45

Why is your soul forlorn dear one? Can’t you feel the fire within your soul – that powerful spirit that strengthens you and sustains you?

Do not fear. The angels of old have repeated this phrase time and time again to the followers of Christ. Take those words to heart and digest them.

With God you are mighty, apart from him you are a simple shell of a being. Breathe precious daughter of the King. Inhale the fragrance of his pledges to you. Trust in this man of his word.

“And, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.” – Matthew 28:20

You are not forsaken. You are not forgotten. You are not abandoned. In fact, you are right where the Savior wants you – in the palm of his stable hand.

Can you feel his presence – that peace that descends on your spirit? He cares for you with an unmatchable love. He longs for your joy to be complete in him. When you hope wholeheartedly in him, you will not be disappointed.

“… those who hope in me will not be disappointed.” – Isaiah 49:23

Lay yourself aside sweet child. Shed that skin of old and lather yourself with the soft newness of God’s promises and covenant – made to you.

“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” – Acts 1:8

The LORD will fulfill his promises, and in Christ – your storehouses will overflow. Trust, seek and knock – and he will open that sturdy door and welcome you into his glorious presence beaming with affection.

Splashing in Pools with Gravel Bottoms

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How vain to think this swirling world is destiny. How shallow to dress in wrinkled velvet made by men and twirl in a crown fashioned from the dust. We place trust in riches buried inside mountains wide and deep; yet, scorn the heavens and doubt the sun that lights the sky.

We hope in freckled flesh and splash in pools with gravel bottoms. All while the ocean is moaning in the distance and calling for precious feet to touch the saline water caps. The supreme wind is echoing, “Come.” (Matthew 14:29)

Eternity – we miss it when our eyes are seeking cracked plastic toys. Why do we reach for the broken and discarded treasures buried in the soil cemetery of the backyard –when new life is extended in love marred hands?

We must cling on to the new birth and hold the sapling ready to bloom in the breeze. This ripe green plant awakens our senses and weaves into the crevices of our parched and parceled souls. It’s a gift, and we’ll miss it if we continue to be captivated by light bulb clad beauty – dangling on city streets.  Those light bulbs pop, char and fizzle out.  They will never endlessly illuminate.

Forever. Don’t you feel the arms of forever hovering over your life? We must be still and listen in the night.  In the quiet – you will hear him. He will sing with gentle tones and wrap you in the dust of the brilliant shooting stars.

He whispers, ‘I loved you at your darkest (Romans 5:8). I have chosen you and have not turned away from you. Do not fear, for I am with you. Do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will give you strength, and for sure I will help you. Yes, I will hold you up with My right hand that is right and good.’ (Isaiah 41: 9,10)

Won’t you blanket our sleeping bodies with your ironclad armor polished by the celestial! May my spirit take flight in the scent of your goodness. Pervade my body, Most High. I kneel before you,  and in doing so – find myself on the marble floors of your throne room.