Today, I am filled with peace.
Yesterday, I was kind of a ball of anxiety (ask my husband, I was "on edge", as he nicely described it as I barked orders at my kids in Costco).
I have a new favorite. Matt Maher...a worship/musician. I LOVE his music right now, and today, I found this song, Shout of the King. It is perfect for today. We wait, we trust. We believe in God's plan for ours and Lucy's lives.
Here's the Lyrics:
You're not like man
That you should lie
You do not falter
Or change your mind
All that you say
Is what you do
All that you promise
You're seeing through
So we wait on you, lord
And we rise to your voice
The shout of the king, the son of god
Your presence now here with us
The sound of praise all in a name
Jesus Christ, the one who saves
All you people rise to the shout of the king
There is no power
No scheme of man
Us from your hand
We will not move
Far from your gaze
Here in your presence
We will remain
So we stand on you word
And we run to your voice
It's the sound that breaks down strongholds
It's the sound that makes a sinner whole
The sound of freedom falling on the earth
The sound of victory
Also, this devotional/meditation from Streams in the Desert spoke truth to me this morning, too. God is good, and for now, I've been able to let go of my worry and anxiety about tomorrow's news. ( I have been looking for this book and haven't found it for myself, but I subscribe to it on email...by LB Cowman)
"All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me" (Ps. 42:7).
They are HIS billows, whether they go o'er us,
Hiding His face in smothering spray and foam;
Or smooth and sparkling, spread a path before us,
And to our haven bear us safely home.
They are HIS billows, whether for our succor
He walks across them, stilling all our fear;
Or to our cry there comes no aid nor answer,
And in the lonely silence none is near.
They are HIS billows, whether we are toiling
Through tempest-driven waves that never cease,
While deep to deep with clamor loud is calling;
Or at His word they hush themselves in peace.
They are HIS billows, whether He divides them,
Making us walk dryshod where seas had flowed;
Or lets tumultuous breakers surge about us,
Rushing unchecked across our only road.
They are HIS billows, and He brings us through them;
So He has promised, so His love will do.
Keeping and leading, guiding and upholding,
To His sure harbor, He will bring us through.
--Annie Johnson Flint
Stand up in the place where the dear Lord has put you, and there do your best. God gives us trial tests. He puts life before us as an antagonist face to face. Out of the buffeting of a serious conflict we are expected to grow strong. The tree that grows where tempests toss its boughs and bend its trunk often almost to breaking, is often more firmly rooted than the tree which grows in the sequestered valley where no storm ever brings stress or strain. The same is true of life. The grandest character is grown in hardship. --Selected