new year thaw…

new year thaw…


Hear my cry, O God;
   listen to my prayer.

  From the ends of the earth I call to you,
   I call as my heart grows faint;
  lead me to the rock that is higher than I. 

For you have been my refuge,
   a strong tower against the foe.

  I long to dwell in your tent forever
   and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.

Psalm 61: 1-4

The morning led me to these verses.

It’s so good to be reminded.

Those verses became a nightly ritual a few years ago.

A vigil that I whispered as I beckoned sleep to come.
Sleep that had been absent, how I wanted it to present itself.

There are times of pain and confusion that make one feel that they are shouting from a distant corner of the universe.  It felt very much like my voice was a whisper in the farthest reaches of the earth…could He even hear me?

I could read the words this morning and be instantly  transported to the weight of my covers and the heap of my troubles yet how time had rendered them onto another’s shoulders.

Shifting, transferring, lightening the load with every murmur.

Whispering that plea over and over had given words to my bewilderment.   

I learned  to trust that sleep would arrive even if sunrise revealed not one  perceivable change.

Those words I can say by heart as easy as breathing.

I can say those words and know that I don’t reside in the same bed of those long gone nights and the dent my head makes in my pillow is not so deep.

Days come and go.

Seasons come and they fade into the next, like falling leaves.

A year unfolds and a new one arrives revealing what creases will smooth out and which ones will remain.

This morning the ground is hard and frozen from an icy night.

I will join forces with the one who takes notice of  the lilies of the field and cares for the most far-flung sparrow.  

I will be faithful as He is faithful.

Caleb and I will make pine cone feeders and it will remind me that no one can live on bread alone but from every words that proceeds from the mouth of God.

How He  fed me when the ground of my life laid frozen hard and sustenance seemed elusive.

Whether this new year will be full of new things or you will be bringing some old things with you, remember that God is there.

He is scattering the birdseed of His Word and wrapping you tightly with a comforter of His shelter.

The ground you  traverse this coming year may be hard and even a bit icy gripping you with fear of falling.  Trust that He will hear your calls even from the  end of that frosty earth. 

Let Him be your rock of refuge in whom you can always depend.

Joyous New Year to you!

Thank you so much for reading A Work of Heart this past year.

You are a precious gift to me!

5 thoughts on “new year thaw…

  1. Oh Helen, you spoke the things I didn’t even realize were on my heart this morning. Thank you. So good to dive into His Word through your words. Here’s to many more in 2011!


  2. Good morning, Helen, and happy new year. Praying God’s abundant blessings over you, for the encouragement you give so graciously to come back upon you a thousand-fold.


    P.S. Thank you is too small a response for the comment you left me the other day. Thank you for taking the time, for giving me greater perspective, for showing me the big picture. I needed that.


  3. Seasons come and seasons go, but God is as big as ever in His self-declared Great I Am. The eternal very present God of Now meets us where we are, with or without the baggage of last year. I love your connection with the birds feeding on the seed of the cold icy ground. Always beautifully written and touching my heart…Happy 2011 to you, Helen. You are a beautiful work of heart.


  4. Happy New Year Helen! Loved this post….birds have been a metaphor for me this last year…so loved the photo…and your words affirming God’s faithfulness in the midst….blessings,


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