Glimpses of our world…
“You will never find Jesus so precious as when the world is one vast howling wilderness. Then he is like a rose blooming in the midst of the desolation, a rock rising above the storm.”
[Robert Murray M’Cheyne, Letter: 9 March 1843]
(Making it’s way to my inbox from our friend, John. Check out his piano works here.)
My precious daughter,
Praise be to God for this beautiful writing. We know that God has subjected all of creation to futility. May we know this world and its system as “one vast howling wilderness.” This is truly what it is.
God bless you. Keep me informed about your progress.
May His grace, mercy and peace abound to you and Brian.
In His love we are knitted together.
Judie
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Beautiful. Keeping our eyes on Christ in the midst of the wind and waves. We know that’s where peace is!
Prayers, my friend. Lots of prayers. Oh, may God be SO NEAR to you this week, so close.
Love you.
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Been listening to John’s piano music. Very peaceful for studying. I love the imagery of the rock rising above the storm. makes me think of Maine and the rocks crashing against the rocky shores. Just like those rock, Jesus will victoriously stand His ground. May you think of Jesus as your Rock during your long days Angie. Love ya
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Beautiful – thinking of you today Angie, wondering how your tests went yesterday, praying for you as you endure this storm.
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I’m so glad these words encouraged you. I’m even more glad that our Father has been carrying you through this storm.
I thought of this analogy regarding trials like these. Imagine going into a music building and you walk by the various practice rooms. It sounds like individual musicians are hashing out ugly solos, trying to fashion each phrase over and over again till each is made perfect. Even then, everything sounds detached and isolated. But then they all assemble on the stage. Only then do you find out that the phrases and turns were part of something much grander than you first imagined. The orchestra plays while the conductor waves, and all is a sweet symphony where the sum of all parts is immensely greater than any single one.
Our trials are like practice rooms. He is the musician and we are the instruments. In His hands we resonate. Now is not the time for us to hear the symphony, but that day will come. And God ALWAYS gets a standing ovation.
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