Archive | April 2022

presence

“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the Lord told him. And as Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.

And a voice said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

It was the perfect week to read 1 & 2 Kings, because I love the moment the Lord whispers to Elijah. He wasn’t in the mighty wind, wild earthquake, or the blazing fire. He was so close to Elijah he could whisper to him. Honestly it gives me chills. 

And to think the Lord dwells in all of us who believe. He doesn’t even have to whisper, because we are his temple.. his presence is always in us.

Photo and Reflection: Josie Rader

Saguaro National Park.

I Love to Tell the Story

I Love to Tell the Story

I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story,
’Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.

Lyrics: Katherine Hankey (1834-1911)
Music: William Gustavus Fischer (1835-1912
Photo: Marge McCoy

seamlessly

When I completed this painting a few years ago, I used my scanner to scan it before I gave it away. The problem was that it was too big for the scanner, so I scanned it in quarters. Last night I stitched it together in Adobe Lightroom. I was amazed how LR accomplished this seamless end product. It inspires me to imagine that the fragmented pieces of our lives are being stitched together just as seamlessly into so many amazing works of art. Go be amazing today!

Reflection and Photo: Luann Graber