To Read on the Journey

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Beyond the Fog

"Mommy, do you have your camera?"  One child asked.

"Oh, I just want to stay here and look at it!"  Were his words.

"It looks like a sea of marshmallows,"  Was her response.

"The sky is purple! Purple!"  He shouted.

"I want to live right here!"  He exclaimed.

They squealed with delight over the majesty of the sea of fog blanketing our view of the earth; prompting me to 4-wheel it to a spot of earth that seemed to be carved out of a hillside just for us for that moment.
As I parked and the kids exited the vehicle, a song...

"How lovely is your dwelling place, Oh Lord Almighty
My Soul waits, and even faints for you.
For here my heart is satisfied
Within your beauty
I sing beneath the shadow of your wings.
Better is one day in your courts,
Better is one day in your house,
Better is one day in your courts than thousands else where."



The Spirit said, "Stop.  Listen."

The lyrics would be food for my aching soul  later.


The kids didn't know they were pleading with me to let them worship the Creator, but I knew.

I knew we were entering into worship as we stood on that hillside.

I knew we were beholding the majesty of the Maker.


Who tonight allowed the earth to be blanketed in a billowing sea of thick fog.

But Who also brilliantly displayed His wonder and glory as the the sun set on the horizon that rested upon that deep sea.

I knew they were worshiping.

I didn't tell them.

Father knew.

Worshiping beside them I didn't know how desperately I too needed to enthrone (to place in a position of authority or influence; to assign supreme virtue or value to) One-True-God.

Father knew.

I stood in the fading light on that bit of land, and thought (but now know heard), "there is bitter-cold, gloom, despair in that sea...
but above it, 
in it, 
over it, 
GOD REIGNING! 

The Spirit leading me to look beyond the fog towards Savior.


Later at home

a phone call.

Words too painful to speak,

devastating to hear.

"She's gone."

A precious sister-in-Christ and dear friend.
One who has spoken truth over my life too many times.
Who has lead by example as a mother and wife, delighting in her family.
Who has embraced ALL God's people with tenderness and compassion, 
glorifying Him with her own life...

gone.

"How lovely is your dwelling place, Oh Lord Almighty
My Soul waits, and even faints for you."


Please join me, 
fight with me, 
hope with me in prayer 
for a husband, a daughter, and a son. 

Pray with me for siblings, nieces, nephews, friends, a church and a community.

10 comments:

deb said...

oh, I am
oh , sweet Denise.

so sorry to hear of this loss .

peace be with you at this time

love deb

~the call of the Collings'~ said...

Thank you for sharing that Denise.

mama holly said...
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mama holly said...

my words only come in bits and pieces - chunks of language that try to make sense of the loss. Thank you for you thoughts, your words, your song, your prayers. I delight in you denise. I'm praying for your little jewels, for their hearts as you and Michael share the news. I know they loved Amy dearly as she had loved them.

Jenn said...

Denise, I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend.

togetherforgood said...

Oh Denise. I'm so sorry for your loss. Without hope-- without Him-- where would we be?

Janelle said...

Oh, Denise. I am so sorry about your friend. Painful.

Thank you for your beautiful post. You have a tender way with words.

Keeping you and many others in my prayers as you grieve.

Simply Sara said...

oh, sweet denise.
i struggle to find the right words.
and i can't.

instead i will allow my spirit to grieve with yours.

i am so sorry.
praying.

Alana said...

Beautiful, Denise. I had chills and tears in my eyes before I even got to the part about your friend. I am so sorry for you loss. My prayers are certainly with you, my friend.

Kristen said...

your foggy view from nova scotia is spectacular.

i am praying for you!