A few days ago, I sat on my bed early in the morning, sipping my tea and watching the news. All of a sudden my room was a bright pink hue. I grabbed my camera and ran for the back porch. The sky was on fire with colors I could not have imagined if I tried.
I managed to get a few snaps before the moment passed, but my camera could not do the scene justice.
The memory of it all was burned in my heart – His glory, His promises emblazoned across the sky. Later that day, when most of Chattanooga was chatting about the beauty of it all, I couldn’t help but believe His handiwork was for me…
My Unbreaking – Promise Maker and Friend had painted the sky… with his promises of love, protection, fresh mercies every morning. He has made so many promises to His children, I can’t really comprehend them all. But, those three were the ones I thought of as I stared at His glorious fingerprints across the morning.
Well, here I sit on the hotel bed, in Nashville considering my morning appointment tomorrow at Vanderbilt. The last 6 months have brought whirling emotions. I’ve been unsure of the turns in my road; the possible surprises that could pop up in this chapter of my story are hard to contemplate.
And I’m prepared to tell you in all honesty that His promises are what I’m dwelling on this evening. It isn’t a convenient way for them to be brought to mind. I mean, really. Lymphoma? Isn’t there a better way, a simpler way, for His love and promises to be brought to mind and understood?
The truth? No, I don’t think so.
In the midst of this journey He has been everything He ever promised He would be. I would have never met Him this way, in all of His love and affection for me, and His mercy extended to me, without the struggle.
So tonight, I will sleep well, dreaming of that glorious sky, that bold reminder of His goodness, and believe that His promises are for me.
daily portion 