The Visitor

Someone
came in quietly
while I slept.
He stole through the doors,
Shadows gliding cross old wooden floors.
Making its’ way to my room,
Unseen by eyes in evenings gloom.
Slipping quietly to my bed,
Laying hands upon my head.
I felt no fear, no startled sleep
I only felt such sweet release,
Drifting back to slumber deep.

All night long while I slept
He kept vigil by my bed
As His hand lay gentle on my head.
In the morning when I woke
Something stopped me 'fore I spoke
A dear old hymn filled my head
Replacing what had been my constant stead.
s.b.

“I need thee, oh I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee
O bless me now my Savior
I come to Thee.”

On Tuesday evening a series of events began to take place that took my breath away.
They tried to run off the breath of the Spirit.
The next morning I was greeted by a phone call that confronted a fear that had been in my heart for several years. It almost seemed unreal.
Then I took Julia to the doctor and found out that she had pneumonia in both lungs.
All of these events made me feel as if I had been sucker punched in the gut.
Isn't it amazing how when God knows that there are fears lingering in your heart- He will actually let you walk through those fears to remove their power?
He is our hiding place.
He allows us to go to the strangest places
in order to show us the strength of His comfort.
My first gut reaction is to tuck tail and run. And yet I find His hands forming a wall that says, This far-no further.
The past two mornings I have woken to songs of His love playing in my mind.
He is real.
At some point in our lives He will take us to the dry lonely places to teach us that.
No one can learn those lessons for us.
When we begin to lean on anything other than Him---HE WILL SHAKE IT.


It is well with my soul.