See also the Lord

I am familiar with the symptoms of an anxiety or panic attack because of the nature of my work. But I had never personally experienced anything close to either one. Until this morning. I felt a sudden jolt of anxiety accompanied by tightness in my chest.  Thankfully, I was able to recognize and acknowledge what I was feeling, reminded myself to breathe, reminded myself of God’s sovereignty, and, at some point, began singing,”Be still my soul,” a hymn learned decades ago. Through a Google search, I found a version of the song, by Kari Jobe. I played it on repeat between clients while working from home during the morning. After arriving at work for the afternoon, I created a playlist on Spotify with Jobe’s version and other songs.

This night before the 2020 US elections, aware that there are many who feel anxious, afraid, even terrified,  I wanted to share Kari Jobe’s version of, “Be still my soul” and the link to a blog post, “Breathe,” published in October 2020. I also wanted to share a lesson learned from the sermon, “The year I saw,” that Tauren Wells preached this past summer. The sermon was based on verses from Isaiah 6. Here is verse one, “In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.” (KJV; emphasis added). Wells exhorted that, whatever else we see, may we also see the Lord exalted and seated on His throne. 

This night before the 2020 elections (or whenever you read this post), whatever the results of the election, may we also see the Lord, “sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up.” He is sovereign and always will be. Earthly rulers will change but He is always the Sovereign Lord. Breathe. Pray. Praise. Worship. Be still. We have the ability to choose where we focus our thoughts, where we focus our attention. At all times but especially in times of uncertainty, we must ground ourselves in who He is.

Prayer: Sovereign Lord, help us to keep choosing to focus our thoughts on You. Again and again and again. As often as it takes. You have promised, “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.” (Isaiah 26:3, MEV).


Four months. Has it really only been four months since we began the new year? Began it with hope and anticipation, and perhaps even gratitude that 2019 was behind us? Was it only four months ago that we began the new year with resolve that this year would not just be another year? That it would be different? That we would be different?

We seemed to have lived a lifetime in these four short months. A lifetime that has become characterized by uncertainty. Where loss has become the norm. Where it seems that we went to bed one night and hours later woke up in a different world. A world in which, as of today, 2.2 million people are known to be infected with the coronavirus. And over 150,000 have died.

Into the cycle of bad news after bad news, another story, another perspective needs to be injected. Christ is Risen. He sits at the right hand of the Sovereign God interceding for us. We are not alone. God has a good plan and will bring us through this.  

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Sustenance from the archives+: Voice

Sustenance from the archives+ (35)

The Lord reigns, He is clothed with majesty;
The Lord is clothed,
He has girded Himself with strength.
Surely the world is established, so that it cannot be moved.
Your throne is established from of old;
You are from everlasting.

The floods have lifted up, O Lord,
The floods have lifted up their voice;
The floods lift up their waves.
The Lord on high is mightier
Than the noise of many waters,
Than the mighty waves of the sea.

(Psalm 93:1-4, NKJV)

I hear the floods, ABBA.
I hear the floods of uncertainty, division, hatred, discrimination, pain, exclusion, and racism.
I hear their voices, ABBA, even within Your House.
I hear the voices, ABBA, echoing through the years.
But it is Your voice that I choose to give my undivided attention.
It is Your voice that matters.
Because You, the LORD on high,
You are mightier than the noise of many waters.
Than the mighty waves of every sea.
You, LORD, sat enthroned at the Flood, 
And You, Lord sit as King forever.
You, Lord will give strength to Your people;
You, Lord will bless Your people with peace. 

The voice of the Lord is over the waters;
The God of glory thunders;
The Lord is over many waters.
The voice of the Lord is powerful;
The voice of the Lord is full of majesty.

The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars,
Yes, the Lord splinters the cedars of Lebanon.
He makes them also skip like a calf,
Lebanon and Sirion like a young wild ox.
he voice of the Lord
divides the flames of fire.

The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness;
The Lord shakes the Wilderness of Kadesh.
The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth,
And strips the forests bare;
And in His temple everyone says, “Glory!”

 The Lord sat enthroned at the Flood,
And the Lord sits as King forever.
The Lord will give strength to His people;
The Lord will bless His people with peace.

(Psalm 29:3-11, NKJV). 

Today’s post is for Day 30 of the series, “Sustenance from the archives+,” that is part of the 31 Days Free Writes writing challenge.  It is one of the “+” in the series title “…archives+.The prompt is, “Voice.”  To read Day 29’s post please click on the link below.

Day 29: Together




“Global” – relating to or involving the whole world.* The whole world. I am thinking of two songs which speak of the world. The first is one I learned as a child, “He’s got the whole world in His hands.” The second is, “You hold my world.” I find comfort in the first song, especially now with the seeming madness, incivility, and unspeakable horrors which are too common in our world. It is comforting to be reminded that God is still in control. He is ADONAI and always will be the Sovereign LORD. He reigns and He always will. No matter how things appear. “He’s got the whole world in His hands.”

But I also find even greater comfort in the second song, because it is more personal. He does not only have the “whole world in His hands.” He has my world in His hands. And I need to remember that my relationship with Him is a personal one. He knows me by name. He has numbered the hairs on my head. He holds my world in His hands. And as the lyrics go on to remind me, He will not let go. He will always take care of me. He will not let go. He will not let go of me. And He will not let go of you. He has the whole world in His hands and He has all that pertains to us, in His hands. (End of 5 minutes)

Thank You, Father.


Day 24 of the 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes challenge. Today’s prompt is “Global.”

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Five Minute Friday: Heal


Joining Kate Motaung and the Five Minute Friday community, for our weekly writing adventure. To learn about Five Minute Friday, click here. This week’s prompt is “Heal.”


I cannot give you a specific day and time when HE taught me the lesson that would help me navigate one of the most difficult seasons my family faced. I do remember that it was from a Bible study based on the book of Daniel* and addressed the things that can happen when children of God face fiery trials: We can be delivered from the fire (e.g., a lump turns out to be benign or disappears after prayer); we can be delivered through the fire (e.g., we are diagnosed with cancer, go through chemo, and come out on the other side); and we can be delivered by the fire into His arms, that is, we go HOME. In the first, our faith is built up; in the second it is refined; in the third scenario, our faith is perfected.

I remember praying in full faith, without a shadow of doubt that I was aware of, when I learned of my sister’s diagnosis. Even when she seemed to take a turn for the worse, I kept believing that God would heal her. And HE did but not in the way I wanted Him to. I wanted Him to heal her here on earth. But He did heal her. He healed her completely by taking her home. No more sorrow. No more pain. No more tears.


Initially, I did not see this. I only knew that my sister died in spite of my fervent, faith-filled prayers. This outcome was difficult on multiple levels and, initially, my faith appeared to be one of the casualties. I questioned whether I should continue to pray for anyone to be healed. Then, in HIS mercy, HE gently but firmly reminded me of HIS sovereignty, and of this truth, “My part is to keep on praying and trust Him to heal as He sees fit.” He will heal.

*Beth Moore is the author