The butterflies in my stomach have caused such a racket that I have decided to reach out to all of you for prayer. I know the journey has been wonderful and the Lord will guide me as I pour out the truth that has been stored up in my heart, pondered deeply, prayed over, and given to Him as a gift . . . an offering.
And yet . . . [flutter, flutter]
Just as the snowball bush (pictured above) emerges quietly from the cocoon of its bud, astonishing me every year with its abundance of full-bodied flowers (pictured below), so I pray that the message I share will pass from my brimming heart and bloom with praises to The One who has protectively held my hand through every shadowed valley, has gripped me firmly on each treacherous incline, and has embraced me in the dance of pure joy every step of the way. He has not failed me; nor will He ever.
It is good to pause and look back over the landscape from whence one has come. To see how far one has journeyed . . . and how good it feels to be right here, right now, right this way.
The joy of the Lord is [my] strength.