The View

May 24, 2013

Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley. ~ From The Valley of Vision, a collection of Puritan prayers. 

I have seen His glory in the valleys. I have fixated on shining stars from the depths of more than one well. This story of ours is messy and hard and continuing.

And grace overflows and joy comes in the morning and always He provides for us and I see it. I truly do.

But today, today it seems I am challenged more than I ever have been to see the hope, the glory, the grace in someone else’s story.

Tears are pouring from the depths of my heart for this dear one whom I love so much and Lord, I want to believe it, but entrusting her pain to You is proving to be infinitely harder than relinquishing mine.

And I know the wind is boisterous … but her eyes are fixed on Him and the temptation is to sink, but instead we cry out “Lord save me!”

And He does. 

And I sing praise to a merciful Father who comforts her even as I wrestle.

Surely God is good through each weary step through the lowest of valleys, and the end of the journey has already been written in the blood of a Savior on a rough hewn cross. 

And this precious loved one sent me this in the middle of the fight of her life … “Forgetting what is behind and straining towards what is ahead … the prize is so much greater than anything I can have on this earth.”

The view from the well is daunting. But the stars … oh the stars. 


{Part of Five MInute Fridays with the Gypsy Mama}.

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I am an unrepentant extrovert with an ongoing, passionate affair with coffee, ellipses, and the written word. I write because it’s how I’m made to worship. I am a story teller, because redemption has a story to tell. And always, I want to be a story collector. So have a virtual seat at my beat-up kitchen table. Read my story. Tell me yours. Stay awhile. And P.S. ... for more about me, click on my mug in the sidebar;)

    1. Your closing line reminds me of a favorite Latin quote, “ad Astra” – “to the stars”. And oh, I am living this: “the temptation is to sink, but instead we cry out “Lord save me!” Unfortunately, I am still learning this type of battle cry, the humble battle cry of the wounded on the field, calling out, “Save me!” It is not until I almost lose my grip entirely that I finally call out to the heavens. I need to learn to humble myself sooner, to cry out as soon as I feel the wounds penetrate. I need His strength, not mine.

      1. Truly. His strength is made perfect in weakness! Prayers for you. And thanks for stopping by:)

    1. WOW…love this, love it. “The view from the well is daunting. But the stars…oh, the stars.” There are times I don’t get it and simply have to give thanks that He does and that He sees. Beautiful post…what a blessing your words are today. Thank you for this. 🙂

      1. Thank you. That prayer has been a comfort to me since the loss of our first babe and His grace has poured continuously ever since. So thankful.

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