COFFEE ON THE DOCK

Chilly air and palm trees do not seem compatible. Then again, God assembles things that are far more complex. Friendships, marriages, families, congregations, causes, peoples, nations; God brings the diverse together for the benefit of each; when His love prevails it works. Lord, You rock! I stand in awe of Your wisdom, attention to detail and persistent goodness. Fill me with love for others.

Another day. Family, work, sick friends, needs, the future, lost neighbors, world news, weather, past mistakes, obedience, dirty car...my mind is racing. How crowded the mind can be. Jesus, infiltrate my every thought today. You Lord, are THE authorized interruption in every moment. Each second is Yours, help me to receive You unopposed. May Your Presence percolate in & through me today.

Miracles happen every day; I must consecrate myself in preparation for the amazing things God will do. Should I wait for signs of something happening before making preparatory changes? Absolutely not! Consecration anticipates the wondrous works of God. Lord of Wonders, I yield to Your will and ways. May my heart and mind anticipate Your glory. Help me to prepare for Your works.

When you see light, you don’t need additional confirmation; It is obvious what it is. When there is light in VIEW, it is not hard to find the source. This gives new meaning to “let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” This doesn’t sound complicated. Father in Heaven, You are the Light, help me to “let:” grace to yield, humble service to others.

As morning light breaks, previously obscured details emerge. Light reveals. It is commonly said: “truth hurts.” Yes it does, but not as much as deception. I can’t say that I welcome the truth easily, but ultimately, I love the truth. It washes the soul like nothing else. When it comes bathed in love, well…perfect. YO U LORD ARE LOVE. YOU LORD ARE TRUTH. I’m good with that; very good.

I have never heard God speak audibly, yet I do know His voice. No doubt, He is continuously broadcasting, but there are so many competing voices. My hearing is most acute when I realize that I am in a state of need. How do I ever forget that? He speaks, I die. He speaks again, I live. Lord, I LOVE your voice. Speak to whatever in me that must die, that I may hear and live. I await Your voice.

Happy Angels sang their chorus: “"Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." Though they were not those who needed redemption, they compassionately sympathized with mankind’s condition. They gladly descended from their bright seats above to proclaim good news, great joy: “a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.” Father, may I pronounce the Gospel with angelic joy.