He Will Keep

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Walking along the water’s edge, I came upon a sailboat.

Lodged securely in the sand, it gave a silent testimony to trips gone by.

To gentle winds that had given it flight across the lake.

To moments of solitude.

To a calmness that comes from leaving the shore behind…

There is a peace that can come only from God.

A perfect peace.

A peace born in fellowship with Him.

He will keep in perfect peace all those who trust in him, whose thoughts turn often to the Lord!

—Isaiah 26:3

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The Solitary

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He was all alone.

The warm waves of a summer ocean crashed nearby.

Was he hungry?

I would say that’s the best guess.

Searching the shoreline, all by himself.

You know, I was like that once.

In fact, it was a very long once.

I felt all alone.

Big, looming circumstances in my life crashed nearby at unpredictable intervals.

Was I hungry?

No guessing needed—I was.

Not so much for food.

I always had something to eat.

My hunger was for acceptance.

Guidance.

Forgiveness.

Belonging.

Holding those four in a tight grip was my hunger for love.

When I was “out there” in life, all by myself, God rescued me.

At nineteen years old, I was ready for the redemption.

Just like the bird, I was up against a big world and there I was, spindly and small.

When I prayed and asked for forgiveness, it came.

I was not alone anymore.

God settles the solitary in a home;
    he leads out the prisoners to prosperity,
    but the rebellious dwell in a parched land.

–Psalm 68:6

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Get Some Rest

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On the way to the group meeting, I listened to the radio in the car.

It was a familiar drive to my friend’s home, so being in a sort of “auto pilot” mode, I caught glances of the early evening sky and sang along in my mind with the music.

After arriving at my destination, I enjoyed some finger foods and light conversation.

The next hours were composed of considering our individual hearts and what might be keeping us from living wholehearted lives.

Embedded in those hours was a thirty minute time frame of complete quiet and reflection before God.

As I considered what was coming to my mind, I wrote some thoughts on paper.

Thirty minutes went by at an incredibly quick pace.

Not only was I quiet, but I was basically still, as well, with only movements confined to the couch I was on.

Rest.
Reflection.

Quietness.

Stillness.

Honestly, that’s not a place I find myself in most of the time.

It is, however, a place that I think God would want me to occupy more often.

A time to hear His words.

A time to remove the rambling clutter of the daily routine to just…..listen.

Consider this passage:

The apostles gathered around Jesus and reported to him all they had done and taught.  Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.”

 So they went away by themselves in a boat to a solitary place.

–Mark 6:30-32

There are times when—-

We all need to rest.

We all need a quiet place.

We all need to come to Jesus by ourselves.

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