As Present as the Warmth of the Sun
Submitted by kim on Thu, 04/14/2011 - 18:27 in
I climb in the van and close the door. Alone. Not sure if I should rush into starting the car or take the time to gather myself. My heart, an open wound, trickles, draining me of strength to put keys to the ignition.
I wait.
Sunshine floods through the window and is welcomed. As heat does to injuries, my heart flow slows. "This is what the Lord says to me, 'I will remain quiet and look on from my dwelling place, like the shimmering heat in the sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest."' He looks.
In this moment of pain, He sees. And He remains quiet. A simple fact which no longer challenges my understanding of His love. I refuse to believe this means He is powerless to act. He is not a man taken by surprise. His presence burns through my soul like the sunshine through the window. He adapts comfort and refreshment to my needs. He is seasonable, as heat, as dew.
I warm.
Sitting in His warmth is a holy healing.
Fox Catchers: Isaiah 18:4; Psalm 44:23