To someone I care about,

I thought of you when I read this in my devotional book last night...Praying for a steady light to guide you and to clear the confusion.

My Father, there are so many paths I could walk--so many ways to choose. And there are certain decisions I must make that lead me around and around, until my heart is in confusion.

Today, I will fix my heart on this truth:

When I feel confused, there will always come a light, held low so that my feet won't stumble--a sure light that will shine on each step of my path. Thank you, Father, that you will speak the counsels of your word to me.

Taken from I Come Quietly to Meet You, arranged by David Hazard.

When Life Distracts

Amy Carmichael, in Edges of His Ways:

I think distractions in prayer are often because we have let ourselves wander too far from the things that matter most. And so we slip into an easily interrupted, easily distracted frame of mind.

My Father, something inward tells me I have been living scattered. Sometimes anxious. Restless. Distracted. Wandering inside.
I fix my eyes upon the cross now---upon the post and crossbeam...
I come, Father, to hide myself in You.


Excerpts from "I Come Quietly to Meet You," arranged by David Hazard

Healing Rain

Healing rain is coming down
It's coming nearer to this old town
Rich and poor, weak and strong
It's bringing mercy, it won't be long

Healing rain is coming down
It's coming closer to the lost and found
Tears of joy, and tears of shame
Are washed forever in Jesus' name

Healing rain, it comes with fire
So let it fall and take us higher
Healing rain, I'm not afraid
To be washed in Heaven's rain

Lift your heads, let us return
To the mercy seat where time began
And in your eyes, I see the pain
Come soak this dry heart with healing rain

And only You, the Son of man
Can take a leper and let him stand
So lift your hands, they can be held
By someone greater, the great I Am

Healing rain, it comes with fire
So let it fall and take us higher
Healing rain, I'm not afraid
To be washed in Heaven's rain

To be washed in Heaven's rain...

Healing rain is falling down
Healing rain is falling down
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid...

Michael W. Smith

The following is a beautiful picture of marriage, as written on a plaque in our house.

Woman was created from the rib of man,
not from his head to be above him,
nor from his feet to be walked upon,
but from his side to be equal,
near his arm to be protected,
and close to his heart to be loved.