I pitch my tent in the land of hope. (Acts 2:26 The Message).
Did you ever have summers when you went camping and had to look for just the right spot to pitch your tent? Then you thought you found it – only to discover when you lay down you could feel the rocks and the slope of the ground underneath?
We are not camping by any means while Bruce is doing his radiation treatment – we are renting a spacious, furnished one-bedroom apartment in a superb location. However, every time I sit on the couch or loveseat I can tell right away it has formed to fit someone else. And I am reminded of summers long ago camping.
I am grateful for the provision that covers us, I am grateful for the blessings in the midst of a stormy night.
Our anchor is holding – we have chosen to pitch our tent in the land of hope. Every corner of that tent is securely pegged in the ground.
If you were camping nearby, you would hear our conversations. You would hear our declarations of hope and trust in God, faith in His unchanging word. You would hear us declare healing scriptures over Bruce’s body and scriptures that speak hope, peace and calm to our souls.
There was a time in the night when I would close my eyes and hear a thousand voices in my head shout what ifs at me. Silently I would counter with the Word of God, the Word was my sword in the wilderness that cut away the darkness, tore away the fear and torment. If you ever lie awake filled with fear and worry, I hope you too have learned the Sword of the Lord is your greatest weapon. If possible, speak it aloud as often as you can for it truly changes the atmosphere around you. I would love to hear your story if you feel like sharing it with me!
I made mention of those nights on Facebook and you know something? Both of us have been sleeping like logs ever since! Somebody has been praying for us and we are so thankful. It is tremendously difficult to face unfamiliar territory tired.
There has been a spring in our step, a strong sense of joy in our hearts and we just continue to be consistent in our declaration of faith. Every afternoon just before three we arrive at Unit 7 at the Cross. Did you know that the number 7 is the number of completion and perfection? It is as if God is reminding us every day that He is doing a perfect and complete work in us. Hope and grace strengthen us.
The picture He has given me is one of a vast plain, dotted with tents.
You live in one. We are neighbors.
The blood of Jesus flows through the camp, our tents are stained red, and a cloud hovers overhead. Whispers are heard at night. Each one praising the Father, speaking words that reflect His goodness, His love, making mention of the special need He met for someone that day.
Stillness is loud. Voices echo the glorious deeds of the Father. Listen and you will hear the unified voices of hope and triumph across the land. Your voice speaks hope, my voice speaks trust and we rest secure knowing He loves us. Together we speak one language.
He loves us. He loves us. The great and mighty God, awesome in holiness and acts of power, loves us. We please Him because He loves us.
He sweeps down with mighty wings and covers us, hides us. He holds us close. He loves us. Oh how He loves us.
In the midst of the storm, He revives us, renews and restores us. He loves us.
Listening in the silence for His voice is a choice we make.
Will you hear the love song He is singing over you right now?
Will you clear your heart and mind of worldly distractions and hear His words of love and kindness as He stoops to hold you close?
Can you hear His heart? Can you hear the passion of His heart; can you hear HIM?
Psalm 119:54-55 Your statutes are my songs in the house of my pilgrimage. O Lord, I remember Your name in the night and keep Your law.