The sweet, quiet intimacy of being with Jesus.

Early this morning, my achey symptoms broke. The last 5 days we had some sort of flu move through our house, a forced sabbatical so to speak. (Definition of sabbatical: any extended period of leave from one’s customary work, especially for rest, to acquire new skills or training.)

At first, I saw my children’s sickness and my aches from a strictly worldly perspective – and then as I was forced into this state of rest and I allowed myself to surrender, I found something or Someone much greater at work. 

While I don’t believe God makes His children sick, I believe He will use every ounce of brokenness in this world for our Good and His Glory, if we allow Him.

It’s hard for me to put into words how deep His Goodness penetrates; I can see the chasm that separates this world from Him; words lack the depth and magnitude of His Grace and Mercy. I understand why CS Lewis and George MacDonald took to fantasy writing; our everyday minds can be much too calculated and controlling to let go and let God. How cleverly you defend yourself from all that might do you good. -C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

This was part of my prayer over the weekend: I close my eyes so I can see past myself and onto Thee. Help me now with open eyes to see like you. I tremble at the thought of what that may look like – Will I have the courage to look into the face of Kindness and fall into Your Arms? 

Lord, Help me fall!

Spending time with Jesus these past four days was one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever experienced… it was a gift that the world cannot give.

Lord, I am so grateful for the deep healing you worked in our home these past few days. Protect us from the onslaught of the world and its ways and help us stay rooted firmly on the rock of Christ. Thank you for never giving up on us. I love you. Amen.