Exodus 33: 14
My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.
I love home. Unless I am traveling, and even then I feel a sense of joy driving up our road, there is no place I would rather be. But work takes me away some times, and though I always appreciate God’s financial provision, I miss home. Tonight I am away for work and things started off sort of rough. Feeling sad and just wanting to be back home with those I love hit me pretty hard tonight. Then this verse came up on my phone: My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest. It was like God was giving me a big hug.
You see. We forget sometimes that God loves us. We forget that He wants to be with us. He follows us wherever we go and surrounds us with His presence. When we pray we are speaking right to Him, and He is listening. The distance is never too great, the hour is never too late- He is always near by me, hearing my fears and needs. Why? Because He loves me. He loves you too. And wherever you are, wherever you go, He sends His presence with you.
Tag: joy
Good Friday, why are you so hard to get right?
Lent devotional 38
Every year Good Friday comes and I fight to know what to say. Violence and suffering seems woven into the seams of earth and we as people have become so sensored to it that Golgatha just slips past as another sad story, but we feel nothing. But Jesus was not just anyone, He was ours. He did this for us, He has a personal connection to us. He loves us. We forget that when we see the man being scourged until his back had no flesh left, the man being dragged up the hillside, the man being laid on the cross and having metal spikes being driven into His feet and hands, the man choking on His own blood as fluid fills His lungs, the man being mocked in death and buried in secret, the God raising again as conqueror over sin and death-He is ours, we love Him, we are Him, by that I mean He took all that siffering so that all our sins and failures and mistakes would be taken onto Him so we wouldn’t have to spend a second in purgatory. Next time you see Jesus on a cross don’t simply pass Him by, stop, see yourself in His scars and thank Him.
Carried in the cross 