I hear the fire crackle happily as I gaze out at the glorious colors of fall. A few leaves gently drift past the glass. I take a sip of coffee, the rich aroma inviting me to let go the stresses of the busy world, and rest a while.
I read Amy Carmichael's words, "Home of my heart, lest I forget my redemption's cost to Thee, let my earliest thought be set upon Thy Calvary."
I nestle in, wrapping my shoulders with the warmth of a soft throw. Amy's words take me to the feet of Jesus. My heart looks up to see Him looking out the picture window as the first snow begins to fall. The snowflakes, like delicate lace fall softly, without a sound. Soon the world will be covered in a dazzling white blanket. I wonder how something so still and quiet can work such transformation. "Ah," I whisper, as my heart's gaze falls again on the object of it's very existence. "Lord, it is like you. You come silent as the snow, doing your transforming work in my life." I close my eyes, wrapped in His presence and I am at rest. Joy!
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Diana Morgan
Conversations at the Well
November 12, 2010
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