Still, My Soul, Be Still

Some things have gone on in the community recently.  Hard things.  Things that haven't affected me personally except to remind me that we are indeed in the midst of spiritual war and to draw me to my knees.  I have at the same time sensed very real spiritual attack and known closeness with our Savior.  

Two nights ago, I had dinner with a family who lives up the hill from me.  They're really great, and I love spending time with them.  Afterwards, as I walked down the hill in the dark, I felt afraid.  Normally, all I think about is the beautiful stars and the sounds of the waves lapping the shore and the cool mountain breezes.  And this night, I wasn't scared of snakes and dogs.  And I guess I wouldn't call it "scared."  But the whole way down the hill, I felt it necessary to say verses to myself.  Verses like, "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and staff, they comfort me.  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies" and "He will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways" and "The Lord your God, the Lord is One."  

I just wanted to write another post about Thanksgiving to again thank the Lord, specifically.  I want to thank him for giving peace that guards our hearts and our minds, joy that strengthens and encourages, for loving us with an everlasting love, for gathering his people from all over the world to himself.  And I want to praise him, because He is worthy.

"For your Maker is your husband, the Lord of hosts is his name; and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer, the God of the whole earth he is called." ~Isaiah 54:5