Let my teaching drop as the rain,

My speech distill as the dew,

As raindrops on the tender herb,

And as showers on the grass.

Deuteronomy 32:2

 

Whisper to me, Lord

according to Your word

that I may receive a blessing

from You today, and in

Your strength I will go my way.

 

Whisper Your story to me Lord

Plant it deeply within my heart

That it may grow and blossom

Like a fire started with a tiny spark.

~Marcie Bridges
23, January 2020
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Do you remember the old hymn:

 

Tell me the story of Jesus,

Write on my heart every word;

Tell me the story most precious,

Sweetest that ever was heard.

Tell how the angels in chorus,

Sang as they welcomed His birth,

“Glory to God in the highest!

Peace and good tidings to earth.”

 

Refrain:

Tell me the story of Jesus,

Write on my heart every word;

Tell me the story most precious,

Sweetest that ever was heard. ¹

 

 

I’ve been singing this hymn a lot lately. It’s one of my favorites. Something inside me wants to sit and soak in the story of Jesus and to reflect on his life and what it took for him to save you and me.

 

I want to sit at his feet and glean every bit of his wisdom I can.

 

At the same time, I want to crawl up into his lap, lean against his chest and listen to him tell me stories like my dad did when I was a little girl.

This is the richness of God’s love. He holds us close and whispers to us what we mean to him. He gives us his time and attention because that’s the father he is.

God’s voice can boom and shake the heavens and earth. Thunderstorms, earthquakes, volcano’s all display his mighty voice. Yet, it’s the quietness of his whispers—that still, small, voice—that soothes our soul and brings the comfort we are longing for.

 

Moses likens it to a rain shower or dew upon grass. I wonder if that is why quiet rain showers give me such a peace. I am so mesmerized by them. I’ll get up one day totally determined to get a bunch of things accomplished but then suddenly, rain descends, and I lose all motivation.

 

I love God’s word. I love how it rolls off the tongue and tastes sweet on the lips. I love how it has the power to convict and also has the softness of rest.

 

My daughter told me the other day she’s not used to seeing me without my laptop open or playing on my iPad and that’s a good thing as I am taking more time to just sit in my Father’s lap to listen to him speak his love over me.

 

Tell me the story of Jesus,

Write on my heart every word;

Tell me the story most precious,

Sweetest that ever was heard.

 

May you find solace in the arms of Jesus this week too.

 

From My Heart to Yours,
Marcie 🙂

 

 

¹Crosby, Frances J. and Sweeney, John R. Tell Me the Story of Jesus. 1880.

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SING ALONG! Tell Me the Story of Jesus with Ivan Parker