Psalm 93:3-4

The seas have lifted up, Lord,
    the seas have lifted up their voice;
    the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
 Mightier than the thunder of the great waters,
    mightier than the breakers of the sea—
    the Lord on high is mighty.

I stood by the ocean one day many years ago while the waves broke over the retaining wall.  It was loud.  It was wild.  It was amazing.  It was raw power.  I could feel the movement of the ocean pound against my chest as I stood on shore.  The careening water sprayed all over me.  The beat of the waves seemed to pulsate in my own veins.  My head was so full of the sound and action of the ocean that there was not room for much else.  I was captivated and mesmerized by the force and majesty.  I could feel, see, smell, taste and hear God.

Prayer the power that breaks over the retaining wall.  Prayer the force that moves life.  Prayer the sound that drowns out all else.  Prayer that beating in our veins that saves, restores and heals.

There are times when prayer needs to rise up and be heard.  Needs to force and pulse and move.  Needs to shake and dance and fly.  My world, my life right now must have that prayer that thunders and lifts up its voice.  God has called me and others to pray life, to pray restoration, to pray health and healing; to pray for destruction of the dark and birth to penetrating light.  This is not the prayer that sits quietly in the chair and waits.  This prayer shouts, explodes, declares, stands firm, is without waver.

God, I declare You as restorer.  I declare You as healer.  I thunder with the voice of one who knows Your might and power and majesty.  You ARE mighty to SAVE!

Amen and Amen!


The Shelter of Trust


Psalm 91

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High     will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,     my God, in whom I trust.”

He will cover you with his feathers,     and under his wings you will find refuge;     his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

Our pastor has had a major surgery and the surgery did not go as planned.  We have been rocked.  Our hearts weep for the family, for our pastor and for ourselves.  It is hard; this time is very hard.  I was numb for about three days after hearing the news; kinda lived life in a daze.

We as a congregation and church family have been lifting our pastor and his family in prayer almost continuously.  We are united in prayer and love for pastor and family.

In this walk of faith, I am learning the practice of trust.  It is not enough to seek the Lord and pray.  A gigantic piece of the puzzle of life is to TRUST.  When I trust, my prayers are more free, my ears hear more clearly the voice of our Lord, my heart is more attuned to His Spirit, my eyes look outward instead of inward.  I am beginning to see that healing is released in the atmosphere of trust.

I gladly accept the shelter of the Most High and am thankful for the rest He provides.  BUT that is not the end of the story.  In the fortress that God has provided for me, I will TRUST.  It is not enough that I am safe and sheltered, God’s power must be released to move and act and for that to happen I must trust and let go of fear, anxiety, helplessness, doubt, control, sadness….etc.

Trust, it releases God’s power.  Trust, it brings freedom.  Trust, it brings healing.  Trust.

With a Grateful Heart,