A River of Life

There is A LOT of flooding right now. A LOT. It comes with the spring I suppose. As the snow melts, the river gets higher. When the river gets higher the current gets stronger, when the current gets stronger, it tears open new access points. Ripping apart fields, playgrounds...pretty much everything it can.

The water needs to flow.

Sometimes the solid banks of the river just can't hold in all of the water. It needs to be flushed out, and there is only one way to do that. Take over everything in the way.

The most interesting part of this for me is seeing the after effects. When the water is all dried up...what does the river leave behind? What does it take away?

Life

Life is like this raging river.

There are pains.

They come through tearing up everything you once thought was in it's right place. Leaving behind ugly rivets and torn up hearts and souls. Tearing up the sod of life. Taking away all of the good, and leaving behind ugly scars of the bad and broken.

Jesus

Sweet, Sweet Jesus.
My Rock, My Savior, My Solid Ground.

My River

The River of True Life, The River of Mercy, The River of Living Water.

So sweet, My Jesus.

He comes through after the river of life has ripped up all that we thought was good.

He replaces the pain with love. He smooths over the scars and sweeps away the bad.

Only Him

He wraps his loving arms around me, when the winds of sorrow come, He gives me a reason to keep singing, and He sings over me, He comforts me. Because the pain can never compare to joy that is to come. The pain will fade when glory takes over.

He's there.

He Heals... He makes all things new.

He never lets go.




Secured Tightly in HIS Grip,

Rachael

Let The World Hear Your Tune

Last night, for the very first time I stepped outside and heard spring peepers. It was quite glorious because it means...

SPRING is finally here!

They have been hibernating away all winter, and now they want to be heard. Tucked away through the cold bitter winter, they are awake, and want the world to hear their tunes.

It's so easy to hibernate. To get comfortable where we are, to do what we can to get by. When we wake up though, we realize just how much we have been missing.

How marvelous it feels to wake up and let God take control!

The song by Casting Crowns While You Were Sleeping says just what we can miss while we are sleeping.

America, what will we miss while we are sleeping?
Will Jesus come again
And leave us slumbering where we lay
America, will we go down in history
As a nation with no room for its King?
Will we be sleeping
Will we be sleeping

It's easy sometimes to feel that you are doing what you need to do to get by...it's hard for some people to get up and get out there and tell the world, or even just their friends to wake up to what is real, true and holy.

How will you feel when they are gone, and you didn't give them the chance to wake up and see what they've missed while they were sleeping.

The world needs an awakening...

It can't happen when even WE, the Christians, the ones God called to preach to the nations, are sleeping ourselves.

Just like the spring peepers.

We need to wake up and let the world hear our tune. The tune of Jesus, the tune of redemption, grace, mercy, and love.

Secured Tightly in His Grip,

Rachael

In The Deepest Darkness of the Night...

The Moon, Oh how I love the moon. I think I could lie on my front lawn all night watching it. A full moon especially.


A few weeks back was the "Supermoon". I don't think it looked any bigger, but it's beautiful anyways. I grabbed my camera, and rushed out the door. I didn't care that it was 25 degrees out.

However, my little snap and shoot camera in no way can capture the essence and beauty of the moon. Impossible. (I took them anyway).

I love all nature. I can get so wrapped up in the beauty of God's creation. To think, he spoke these things into existence. From a grain of sand to the sun in the sky.

Pure Beauty

These things we take advantage of every day, Make me all warm and fuzzy inside.

But the moon...

This giant ball of light, piercing through the darkness of the night.

The moon reminds me of Jesus. The light, in the complete darkness of a cold, angry, sin infested world. He's still there, shining through the darkness in all His glory.

Constant

Day after day, night after night. He's still there, saying "I'm still here. Find me, follow me, let me light your way!"

He's there in the deepest darkness of the night...When you cry and think that you can't do it anymore. He's there, a reminder that the morning is coming again, and it's a chance to start over fresh, and new. But only through Him.

Jesus

Sweet, sweet Jesus.


Secured Tight in His Grip,

Rachael