I put on my slippers and poured my coffee... hoping one of those would warm me. They didn't.
I sat in my quiet, small place---my chair--- and covered my lap with the blanket. Would that warm my heart? It didn't. And, I read God's word. My heart cold. Blah.
Lord, where are you today? Where am I... was probably a better question.
Cold and dark... like the morning, I woke up and couldn't be stirred to warmth.
In those moments, I must rely on what I know to be True. In these cold moments there is very little heart.
I know Father God invites me, commands me, to love Him with all that I am; my mind, my heart and my soul. But, in the cold moments I must love Him with my head... and wait.
I know Father God invites me, commands me, to love Him with all that I am; my mind, my heart and my soul. But, in the cold moments I must love Him with my head... and wait.
Believe and wait on the Lord, Stephanie. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.
Rising from my chair, I methodically put on my walking boots, slung on my warm heavy coat, and placed the hat on my head. Worship music in my right ear and my dog's leash in my left had, I walked into the chill of the morning air.
Song after worship song spoke truth into my mind... and no heart response. ...just words in my ear.
Beauty all around me, sun rising... pink clouds, green trees with beautiful dying orange-leaved friends next door... and yet, no heart response
I believe Lord, help me with my unbelief! Tears now began to well up, to brim, and form in my eyes... frustration with my cold heart.
Keep walking on, keep looking up. Keep waiting... He will draw near.
Finishing my walk, on the homestretch, I heard the words to a familiar song. Was it song #5 or #6 this morning?... I don't know, the songs had just played into my ear. Cold words. But in an instant something changed. These words spoke near. Nearness. He spoke something deep into my heart.
"Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning..."
I was watching this sun rise, His sun rise... and with these words, my heart was stirred. ...there was movement in my soul. In that moment, I knew--- more than in my head--- that my Redeemer is Alive!
The Truth I had been trusting with my mind was the same; firm and unchanging... Nothing had changed about Who God was, Where He was, or what is True about Him!! But, the coldness, in that instant melted with a moment of worship!
In the cold of the morning, I was warmed.