O Lord, I hang on You; I see, I believe, live,
When Your will not mine, is done;
I can plead nothing in myself
in regard of any worthiness and grace,
in regard of thy providence and promises,
but only Your good pleasure.
-Pilgrim's Prayer
I hang on. I hang on.
All the snow is melted and the fresh white has turned a, dingy, grungy, dirty mess. I peer out the window over the sloppy remains of the prisoner's last night's feeding. What I see outside is the debris left behind from winter taking a pause. Wet dampness shows the muddy marks on the ground where the children's play has pressed it down. The trees stand tall, unmoved. They look cold and damp, standing on through the weather.
I feel cold and damp rising up in me.
Faithfully the Father is healing my hard, cold heart. The warmth has come in me. The light has been breaking forth in my heart steadily. The chilly, damp thoughts rise up, but they are old friends I have turned from some time ago. Those aren't the companions I need, to love the people in my life today.
I grab hold of Love. I take the chords of light illuminating in the midst of dreary, dampness and wrap my mind and fingers together in a cry of, "Be with me. Help me to hold on to You, Father."
I close my eyes and feel the warmth flooding me. Oh how thankful I am that Love came down. That He rescued me from darkness and brought me into His glorious light. My first need is Jesus.
He conquered darkness for me. For you. Let Him have your dampness today, so that He can cover you with the warm fresh blanket of His unfailing love.
"Illuminating Chord"
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