by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
of the hotel room I stared out into the inky darkness only illuminated
by the street lamps below. An occasional car made its way along the
road. Silence reigned inside the room. TV off, computer off, it was just
me and Jesus.
Jesus spoke to me in vivid clarity. I wrote every word down so as not to miss a single thing He had for me to hear.
Two days later I headed
home but I had a side trip to make. I headed to our family’s favorite
picnic area on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Bass Lake is a beautiful place to
walk with trails for horses and places to just rest and relax.
as I walked I snapped picture after picture. At one point though I
realized, I wasn’t there to just capture His beauty, I was there to
continue to listen to His voice.
So there in the garden we walked and we talked.
I asked Him for a poem and as I snapped another photo, I saw it. The hollow. The place of rest. An oasis from life.
placid, crystal lake
rippling with peace
under skies of fluffy white.
pictures worth a thousand words
silent whispers on a breeze
from everlasting to everlasting
Your paintings praises sing.
when thunder clouds hover
blue skies turn dim
I will not be afraid
because I know I am
in the hollow of His hand.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
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rumble overhead and clouds began to darken. But I felt safe. I felt
secure as these words rolled through my heart over and over again:
I am in the hollow of
Last week we talked about taking time away to from the world just between us and Jesus. How about you? Have you taken time just between you and Jesus?
God gave me a perfect opportunity to spend time with Him this last week with no distractions. I hope you find that time with Him too.