“Love divine has seen and counted
Every tear it caused to fall
And the storm which love appointed
Was its choicest gift of all”
When I delight in the day, when I take joy in my moments, I can see His hand in everything. Love brought me here.
So when the future stretches before me down a path I would not willingly choose, where does the Hand of Love belong in my thinking then? Is that future still planned by Him? Where will my voice fall in the speaking of it?
Years ago, I woke up my Homeschooling-Mom-Days by listening to Elisabeth Elliot’s radio show, “Gateway to Joy.” I eagerly read her monthly newsletters; sought out her books at our library. And a phrase still echoes in my memory, I can hear her voice speaking it still:
“Will I let the cross cut through ….?”
Yes, the Cross that Jesus bore cuts through every moment in Time.
It tears a hole in the world that man would make.
But that same Cross,
Where Jesus died,
Built the bridge
Where I may see the Hand of God
Stretched out to me.
And so I press on to know Him more. I choose the path He lays out for me, trusting that neither Fibromyalgia nor Rheumatoid Arthritis, nor any other thing can separate me from the Love of God that is in Christ Jesus.
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39 NIV
LOVE appoints the storm
And LOVE carries the cross
Because LOVE will bring me where I belong
To the Heart of my Jesus.