Month: June 2019

Music in the Rest

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But the Lord is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.
Habakkuk 2:20 KJV

Since I come from the “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands” generation it has taken me decades to learn the value of quiet. Only now am I beginning to see that silence is also worship.

In the busy symphony of life God places some whole rests in between our Allegro movements. We must learn to play not only the grace notes but also the pauses placed in our score. God being both kind and gentle hears our voices even when no words are uttered.

Yes one day we will return to the happier pace of marches or the soaring crescendo of horns and timpani. But even in a moment of silence God is still keeping time. Our hope is not in the loudness of the part assigned us but in the kind and loving conductor who leads us in Christ to hear heaven’s music even in the rest!

His Whispers

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They call her a child with a disability or sometimes more gently a child with a special need. But sometimes God chooses to send special messengers like my friend Laura to remind me of His whispered promises.

Her wordless smiles tell of a joy that cannot be spoken. Her quiet play reveals a peace greater than we can understand. But best of all is Laura’s unconditional acceptance of anyone shines a light of God’s love for us all. She tells all the gospel in a whisper that points me to the cross and the still small voice of God when He said, “It is finished!” and our hope of heaven was assured!

Sitting Next to Dad

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Growing up in a home without my father was sometimes confusing and lonely. Two stepfathers came and went but neither knew my heart or were able to help me feel like I really belonged anywhere.

Then when I was 15 years old I met my real father. He didn’t know me either but he committed to do whatever it took to build a relationship.

Those first years were pretty rough between us but Dad stayed with it through my years of drug abuse, misunderstandings and lots of bad decisions on my part. How blessed I was that my Dad stuck it out!

As I grew older I learned that I could talk with my Dad about anything. I could ask for his advice or help at any hour. As Dad’s neared the end of his life, our every meeting became more meaningful; each word more valuable and each kiss more precious. Sure Dad had his own weaknesses and failures but what he did most importantly was to show me that I could trust God always and for anything. Happy Father’s day Dad. Thanks for helping me to find the eternal unfailing father who we can both sit next to one day in heaven. See you there!