Quietude: July 23rd, 2017

Photo Credit: Will Wilson

I grew up in South Florida and water was an enormous presence in our world. We went to the beach. We went deep sea fishing. We sat on the inlet walls fishing for sheep-head. We had picnic suppers at the end of hot days. We walked the pier. We hunted shells. We knew to take off glittery jewelry when swimming in the ocean so we wouldn’t attract barracuda attacks. We knew the sting of a Man-o-War. We knew port from starboard; stern from bow. We knew the dangers of the sea and the dependability of her steady tides. We searched for the sluggish tracks of the Loggerhead; we’ve witnessed her salty tears as she laid her eggs.

Life is rather parallel to the wiles of the great sea.

When I was little I depended on the adults around me for protection.

Now, I walk toward the One who is my Fortress from danger.

The One who Lights the darkness of days.

The One who gave Himself for my salvation.

My Lighthouse.

My Savior.

My Jesus.

xo

Do you know Him?

The quiet hour of prayer is one of the most favorable opportunities He has in which to speak to us seriously. In quietude and solitude before the face of God our souls can hear better than at any other time. O.Hallesby

When He gives quietness, who then can make trouble? Job 34.29