Rest. From war.
I so look forward to that time. Heaven. Peace. Joy. No conflict. No Struggles. No Pain. No Suffering. No Lies. No tears. No more death.
Living in this small valley, during the storms you can hear the strong winds whipping about our home, as it comes down through the pass. The wind chimes responding to the forces, ringing out their melodies. Lightning flashes across the sky, thunder booms, and the rains pour down from the heavens. I love standing at the window watching the power of Him on display. Being inside, where I am safe, warm, protected.
And while on this earth, the winds of war will swirl about me, at times my spirit will become bruised from the debris flying about. But "in" Him, my soul is protected. Until Heaven, the only place of "rest" is "in" Him. satan wants more than anything for me to focus on the lies and not on my ABBA. he wants me to pick up doubt and go with the winds of destruction.
You know my sitting down and my rising up; You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
You have hedged me behind and before, And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me, And Your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness shall fall on me," Even the night shall be light about me;
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, But the night shines as the day; The darkness and the light are both alike to You.
For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb.
My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret,
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties;
And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting." (Psalm 139)