Page 2 – Devoted, I Burn

It has been beside still waters and green pastures.

It has been the ambiance of His presence.

It has left me speechless with a longing deeper than I have ever known.

Turmoil hasn’t had a place here.

My mind has been silenced.

The words, put on pause.  

Rest has been the atmosphere.

The only light coming from His face as He pierces me with His gaze.

The restoration of my soul has left me undone and immovable.

Death has called and evil has prowled but I have been kept safe and secure.

The Lord’s hand has been upon me, and I have willingly remained.

When the words have fallen short and not a sound could have been whispered, He has been faithful to comfort and heal.

Silence has been the redemptive melody that has kept me here.

Who could imagine such a fire in one’s eyes? A fire so pure and holy it ignites my dwelling!

Who could imagine a love so tangible it feels like home?

Who could have imagined a willingness to stay when one is so unworthy?

Who could hope for such a rescue?

Who could imagine such a healing?

Here, I had to look in the mirror.

Here, I had to face myself.

Here, I had to choose to let it all go.

Here is where I found my healing.

Rest was the requirement.

Trust was the response.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord. – Psalm 23