Thursday, August 13, 2009
I went on a run tonight and it was so peaceful. The sun had set, the sky was a vast, deep blue with just a bit of light blue, and a strip of pink leftover from the sunset to the west. I praised God for his majesty, his greatness. I prayed for friends that are his faithful servants as they bear witness to him around the globe. As I did this, an image came to mind; it was almost as if they were floating on an invisible cloud in the big, velvet sky. They were in his presence, only God and them, and He was smiling at them, adoring and proud, protecting and loving. Just like a father. With this image I was filled with such peace -- I still feel it now! It's like I'm in a cloud of warmth and love, with nothing to fear. With this peace, I knew that my friends were well, and well loved, and I understood a little bit more about how Christian martyrs can often be completely peaceful when they are tortured or executed. Sorry to be blunt, but it's something I've always wondered about. You see, at that moment on my run with that image in my head, I was home, I was at ease, I felt such great comfort and love. I praise God for giving me the gift of my faith, however small it may be at times. I know I have nothing to fear and tonight, unlike so many others who are lost, confused, abandoned, and frustrated, I fear nothing. PRAISE GOD!