A Fellow Traveller

The Lord is my mattress cover;  I shall have total protection. He totally surrounds me on all sides,  allowing me to fulfill the purpose I was created for. He encourages the restorative rest that comes from fully trusting God. He guides me in letting go of daily stresses, for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of conflict, I will fear no evil, for your love totally covers me. Your thick cushioning shelters me, Your faithful promises absorb the lies as they fall all around me,  redirecting my mind towards the truth. You prepare a safe place of inner rest for me, even in the presence of my enemies. You pillow my head with peace, the warmth of your love soaks deep within. Surely blankets of blessing will be heaped on me all the days of my life, and I will rest in the solid and secure bed frame of the Lord forever.

Art in Motion  is the only way to describe this video.  To see a blank canvas under the talented eye of the artist slowly start to come to life is absolutely amazing. I know the artist and she's a beautiful, talented girl, just starting her career.  To see the process of her work, allows a glimpse into her mind. The artist has to "see" what is not there yet.  She has to know the end result and work line by line towards achieving that finished view. I don't see what she sees and don't have the skills to know what to add, much less take away.  She didn't even do as much erasing as I would have done during the process. I'm drawn to this because the Master Artist in my life is doing some erasing right now.  I can't see the benefit but I have to trust that the pain will have gain in the end. He's been showing me things that are not in line with his character and his picture for me. I may not ever see the finished picture myself and may not know why,

"You've made my house a den of thieves," is thundered by Jesus. The actor playing this role, races across the stage and pulls things down from hands. Clearly things are not as they should be. The music swell behind the action, as the choir adds more words in song. "What once was a house of prayer, You've turned to a robber's lair, You've made My house a den of thieves." The buying and selling has been going on in the Jewish temple for ages.  It may have started out innocently enough, but has grown far out of proportion. It takes something drastic for the people to see what could be.  It takes intentional anger and action to return things to a state of peace. This morning I woke with this song running through my head from The Choice musical.  I suddenly connected it to myself in a fresh way.  If Jesus lives in me, by his Spirit, then I'm his house. I had been awake for many hours, with anxious thoughts on a variety of subjects flowing