Fire for HIM

Recently, I was hiking at Jenny Lake in Wyoming.  Although I had done the hike previously, I did not remember how beautiful the scenery was.  My heart knew that Jenny Lake was a place of treasured memories with my family.  I remembered the moments rather than the cascading waterfall, giant boulders along the trail, and towering lodge pole pines.  On my recent visit, my husband and I were hiking up to the waterfall.  The scenery was breath-taking.  However, the trail was treacherous.  Basically, all hikers were expected to find sure footing within the jagged pieces of boulders. It was a trail cut into the mountain, with sharp points of sandy rock sticking out.  Each step seemed to be a slippery slope.  With this being nerve racking, I felt the need to look at my feet most of the time to ensure that my foot was placed in a safe location.  I wasw afraid to fall.  While spending much time looking at my feet, a lot of the scenery was m...

Immersed:  this is a word that keeps tumbling around in my heart and mind.  Webster's defines "immerse" to mean, "to plunge into or as if into a liquid; to baptize by dipping under water; to involve deeply, engross, as in thought."  What is we "immersed" ourselves into God's love?  According to the definition, it is not a toe-tipping sample of an experience.  It is rather a "baptism" of fluid: to deeply ponder and let it swell over you.  When I visited Hawaii almost two years ago, David and I went to a beach with gigantic waves.  To get out into the water, one had to wade through t he waves.  Almost instantly, they were up under your arms and still so clear that you could see your feet.  Before I knew it, a wave crashed into me and splashed over my head and into my nose.  Hours later, salt water was stilling pouring from my sinuses.  I do not mean to gross you out.  I use this story to help paint the pictu...

Yesterday, my three year old daughter was walking behind me on a sidewalk at a school.  I knew she was following me, but I wanted her closer to me.  I wanted to touch her.  I put my hand behind me and continued to walk forward.  When she did not grab my hand right away, I looked back at her to see if she saw me reaching for her.  When I realized that she was looking around and not at my hand, I turned around and gently took her hand and we walked together. Immediately, I was reminded of how the Heavenly Father does that for us.  He is ALWAYS walking ahead of us, aware of us, and desiring that we follow Him into GOOD things.  He longs to hold our hand and have us walk with Him, in ALL circumstances. My prayer for this week is that I not wait on Him to find me.  I want to run to catch up to Him, grab Him around the waist, hold His hand and walk with Him in JOY.  " But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lo...