In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.

In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.

He’s looking for devoted followers. Wholehearted. Wholly His.
Abiding day by day in the Vine.
To fight the good fight. And finish the race.
I watch this in brothers and sisters on the other side of the world. Their nation invaded. Future uncertain.
Yet they remain. Steadfast. Singing songs of faith.

Unexpected ways. How He pierces hearts. Pursues the lost lamb.
Opens eyes to see. And ears to hear.
During our years in a desert city, a believer shares her story. Tells me the very moment she turned and followed Christ.
Reading Scripture. And not the usual evangelistic passage.
But pointing to the One who is worthy of our praise.
