C O M E

This morning was veiled in ivory fog, lasting into soft hours.

     With some gifted time, I folded my legs on the couch of the back porch, put pencil to paper, and even opened Scripture without provocation. A tough confession – this was the first time in a while the brown leather binding was creased ajar in order that I could sip the words He has for me.

   Yet before these, I found myself slipping into something I save for rare occasions in nature and in silent spaces: I quietly sang praises to the mist. I have vivid, specific memories of sitting on bare rock, with no other sound save the sifting of wind through leaves and the fluttering of birdsong. Colorado, Vermont, Rhode Island, camping trips and early mornings. I find my soul bubbling in the “Nature Meetings” where it’s me and Him. Our place. My favorite basins of peace.

I have much to be thankful for today.
The listening ear of a selfless friend
as I hesitate through tears and vulnerability of the past.
The blanket of a hazy morning.
The words of old hymns.
The memories of finding myself in the Presence.
The words of encouragement.
The melodies of medicinal music.

I don’t have and abundance of linear thoughts today.
But I wanted to share some of the lyrics to the praise that found it’s way out of my heart this morning. To be reminded of truth is a joy unlike any other. I was given that today in more than one way. This can be my attempt at continuing to pass it along. 

“All who are thirsty, all who are weak
Come to the fountain
Dip your heart in the stream of life
Let the pain and the sorrow be washed away
In the waves of His mercy
As deep cries out to deep
c o m e  Lord Jesus  c o m e
c o m e  Lord Jesus  c o m e”
Taken at Rockport, MA, last fall.

There are more songs

    more memories
        more ways to remember not to hide, run, hesitate
            to remember love over disdain, light over darkness.

There is more. There is sunrise. There are moments of peace that stay with us. May I nourish myself on them. May I consume the living water. May I rejoice in the lifting up of praise, to the One who lifts me up from the pit. 

4 Comments on “C O M E

  1. “There are moments of peace that stay with us. May I nourish myself on them. May I consume the living water. May I rejoice in the lifting up of praise, to the One who lifts me up from the pit.”

    Beautiful words of worship!

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  2. Leigh, your blog is such a wonderful place to come for refreshment.

    I left you two little somethings on my blog today… 🙂

    Thank you for being an encouragement to me!

    <3

    Rachelle

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  3. Oh Rachelle, you are enormously full of support. Thank you ever so much! I went to both of your websites today and was enriched. I appreciate your kindness more than I can say. You've reminded a sister of blessing.

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