Welcome to Conversations at the Well
In Mark 6:31 Jesus gave an invitation to His friends. He said, "Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place..." My friend, I believe Jesus issues this same invitation to us today. Take off your shoes of busyness, take a deep breath and sit awhile at the well of His Word. It never runs dry and it is always available. Come. Come away by yourself to a quiet place...He is waiting there for you.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
A STILLING
A STILLING
With the eye fixed on him let all unbelieving thoughts be stilled—Treasury of David.
I sat in the soft morning light as I read Psalm 37. David wrote of trusting, dwelling, cultivating faithfulness, delighting in the Lord, committing to the Lord. When I came to verse 7, I stopped. It seemed the Lord had underlined these words and they stood out. I read them again.
"Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him..."
I am not always very good at waiting. I often find my heart tapping its foot impatiently. Waiting patiently is not easy. I am facing circumstances that I want to see the other side of. Hmmmm...what does it mean to rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him in light of these circumstances? I turned to the Treasury of David and read the commentary concerning verse 7 and it called it "A stilling of unbelief." I thought about that. If I was fretting about the outcome then I wasn't trusting the Lord to work through these circumstances for His glory--even if they didn't conclude the way I wanted them to. "A stilling of unbelief--a resting patience in the Lord. I recalled the cry of a man whose son was tormented by a demon. I turned to Mark 9:23-24 and read out loud.
"And Jesus said to him, 'If You can?' All things are possible to him who believes." Immediately the boy's father cried out and said, "I do believe; help my unbelief." I thought about the heart cry of that father. He was asking Jesus to "still" his unbelief. I returned to my circumstances and looked at them every which way and suddenly knew I needed to let go of them. Stop fretting. I talked to the Lord about it. "Lord, all things are possible to you. Your ways are not my ways and Your thoughts are higher than my thoughts. I trust You to work these things out for Your glory according to Your sovereign will. I believe. Help my unbelief. Help me to rest in You.
Notice the commentator began with the eye fixed on Him... Hebrews 12:2 tells us to fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. The man in Mark 9 directed his cry to Jesus and I believe his eyes were fixed on the One to whom he was speaking and not on the crowd or even on the disciples but on Jesus. Whatever you are facing today, fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of your faith. Wait patiently on the Lord. Cry out to Him, "I believe. Still my unbelief."
Saturday, July 14, 2012
THE NEST BENEATH HIS WINGS
THE NEST BENEATH HIS WINGS
Your dwelling place is enduring, and your nest is set in the cliff. Numbers 24:21
“I am rather glad my mother’s Nest is not set in a cliff.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t like high edges of things.”
His laughter filled the dawn of my day, sending light across the eastern sky. I wondered if it was His glory shining.
I took a sip of my coffee with vanilla nut creamer and just the right amount of cinnamon and nutmeg sprinkled on top, while cinnamon clove candles filled the air with comforts of fall in the midst of summer; their light dancing with my thoughts.
It occurred to me then that my mother’s Nest did seem to rise above the stress and cares of the world. I began musing out loud. “The moment her front door opened it was as if love poured out from inside right into my soul and nothing else mattered except being right there. Maybe it’s because the very door says ‘Welcome to My Nest’ or maybe it’s the way she has filled it with all things lovely and comforting. Perhaps it’s the fountain dancing on the small patio filling the air with sounds of flowing water while birds dance in its pool of refreshing. Or the many plants that provide a sense of seclusion and the chairs tucked amongst the vines and blooms that invite one to sit awhile and take deep breaths of restfulness.
“It may be the smell of freshly baked blueberry scones with icing drizzled just so over the tops. Or the bird nests nestled amongst much loved books and photos of loved ones—some who are now face to face with Him whom my soul longs for. Maybe it’s the way she hugs me when I arrive—as if she has been waiting for just this moment. It could be the iced tea poured in tall elegant glasses that eases away the dryness of the desert I left behind and seems to revive me from the inside out.”
I thought about how we sat sipping our tea as we settled in for sweet conversation and how it naturally turned to the Lord. My mother’s eyes filled with warmth as she spoke—His Word always seemed to be on her lips and as I listened my soul drank deeply from an unseen wellspring.
I recalled how her elderly lady friends would drop by and they each would say how they loved coming to visit my mother and hated to leave. “It’s heavenly,” they would say as they reluctantly left us to our visit.
I sat thinking about that. The “heavenly” wasn’t merely within those walls; it was everywhere my mother went. A smile touched my lips as understanding flooded my heart.
“That’s it. Isn’t it, Lord?”
“What?” He asked with eyes aflame.
I tilted my head to one side as I studied Him and then I said, “It’s Your ‘Ever Presentness’ that sets her apart, Your love pours out from her and gives refreshment to everyone she meets.
As I thought about the Nest where my mother lives, He took me to places in His Word that spoke of His wings. Why don’t you grab your Bible and a cup of coffee or a frosty glass of iced tea, kick off your shoes and join me in the Nest—it’s right in the center of the Well of His Presence.
Like an eagle that stirs up its nest, that hovers over its young, He spread His wings and caught them, He carried them on His pinions. Deuteronomy 32:11
“You yourselves have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bore you on eagles’ wings, and brought you to Myself. Exodus 19:4
…the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to seek refuge. Ruth 2:12
Hide me in the shadow of Your wings. Psalm 17:8
He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark. Psalm 91:4
I sighed softly as I rested my chin on my knees, my inward gaze fixed on a place unseen.
“What are you thinking?” He asked.
“You know my thoughts before I do.”
“Yes. But tell Me anyway.”
“Well,” I began softly, “I was thinking about my mother in her Nest and Your wings providing a sheltering place…” I sat quietly, the words hopping about in my mind like the birds at the feeders on my mother’s patio. A poem began to emerge and I wrote it down.
THE NEST BENEATH HIS WINGS
“The Nest” it says upon the door
Amidst twisty twigs and vine
The door opens on its hinges wide
Invites me in to spend some time
Setting down the load I bore
I gladly walk inside
My burdens seem to drift away
On the wave of Calvary’s tide
I nestle in with tea in hand
My mother’s voice is heard
Her eyes dance with a fire lit
By her Savior’s every Word
As we share about our Lord
There comes a shadow’s sheltering
Tucked there in the cozy Nest
He covers us with His wings
His wings they draw us near to Him
A shelter from the world’s deluge
He keeps us safely underneath
A tender place of refuge
My mother spoke of trying days
She thought her soul was falling
But the Lord ever faithful
Caught her upon strong wings
When across her days
She sees a shadowing
Assure her of Your everness
Beneath your sheltering wing
Thank You, Lord, for my mother
By her love and friendship I am blessed
Keep Your wings ever round her
Sheltered safe within The Nest
My sweet friend, perhaps you can’t enjoy sweet fellowship with your mother for whatever reason. Be assured, if you know the Lord you can enjoy such sweet fellowship with Him. Read through the verses I listed earlier. Take them in. Then curl up in the Nest of His Presence beneath His sheltering wings.
What do you notice about His wings in the verses we read? Here are a few of the things I learned.
In His sovereignty He may “stir up” the nest but we can know He is with us. He spreads His wings like a covering, giving us shelter. We may feel we are falling and things are out of control, but He lifts us up on wings like Eagles and carries us. He saves us. He draws us near to Him. The wings of His Presence provide us a place of refuge—a hiding place. Like a shadow, He stretches over us as a shield.
Today, may you find rest in the shadow of the Almighty, beneath His wings.
An Original Conversations at the Well
© Copyright by Diana Morgan, July 14, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
INTO THE HAND OF THE LORD
INTO THE HAND OF THE LORD
Simon Peter answered Him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have words of eternal life.”
John 6:68 (NASB)
I stood in the ladies room at work, my eyes fixed on the small lizard who was frantically looking this way and that. He would move a few steps in one direction and then a few steps in the opposite direction each time I moved nearer to him.
I felt badly for this tiny creature stuck in a strange place with a giant standing much too close for his little comfort level. But I just couldn’t leave him there. I bent down and cupped my hands in front of him. There he was; a wall behind and a hand before him. There was an opening on either side, which he could have darted to, but instead he ran straight into my hand. I carried him very gently, ever so aware of his smallness, and set him outside near some plants. I stood watching as he looked about and then scurried off into the desert.
This morning as I sat at the Well I was reminded of the little lizard as I read Peter’s reply to Jesus’ question. You see Jesus had just made some statements that many “fair weather” disciples found uncomfortable and so they ran off looking for some other teacher who would tickle their endlessly itching ears. Jesus turned to the twelve and asked them, “You do not want to go away also, do you?”
I sat quietly with the Lord as His question seemed to hang in the air. One moment He and the twelve were riding the wave of popularity—everyone wanted to follow Jesus. Now they stood alone with Him—everyone else had walked away. His words painted a picture of God’s ways and purposes that were far beyond anything the disciples envisioned. I wondered if they felt a bit like that little lizard. Did they suddenly feel very small and vulnerable before God in human flesh? Did they consider darting away? Jesus’ question gave them an opening to make a hasty departure.
Then came Peter’s response to His Lord. “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.”
I saw him then…Peter running straight into the hand of the Lord. The twelve were right behind him.
I sat quietly as the wind whistled about the house and I heard the trees rustling outside in the sweltering gale. I thought about the daily and sometimes moment by moment choices I face to trust in the Lord or to dart off in my own understanding—to allow emotions to direct me instead of the sovereignty of God. I thought about the coming weeks and changes that were coming and I suddenly felt so very small. Behind me stood a wall of the unknown and then I saw it and I took off at a dead run straight into the hand of the Lord. He scooped me up ever so gently as He is mindful of my smallness and He carried me.
Dear one, do you find yourself standing alone? Have others run off in disbelief? Many have their own idea of who they think God is and what He should do and how He should act. He is supposed to hop to and do what they want when they want and the way they want and when He doesn’t they leave. Jesus looks straight through to your heart as He asks, “You do not want to go away also, do you?” What is your answer? Will you trust Him or will you turn away? Oh that you would echo Peter’s reply, “Lord, to whom shall I go? You have the words of eternal life.” Sweet friend, run with all your might straight into the hand of the Lord.
An Original Conversations at the Well
© Copyright by Diana Morgan, July 12, 2012
© Copyright by Diana Morgan, July 12, 2012
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