My love for hymns is genetic, I think. I can remember my dad expressing love for certain ones, and singing at the top of his lungs, those he especially held dear. Momma was always humming or whistling a tune, and most often, it was a hymn. Somewhere along the way, the words made their way into my subconscious, and have visited me this morning in this beautiful hymn.
I woke up with this song in my head. I don’t remember dreaming of it, or thinking about it yesterday, but this morning, there it was, playing in my brain, and the words, that I didn’t know I knew, impressing on my heart.
God knows I love word pictures…and he gave me several today, you can know I’ll be busy scribbling them down in my journal and meditating some more on them.
“…the shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land…”
“…a home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way…”
“I take, O cross, thy shadow, for my abiding place; I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face…”
“…my sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross”
As I continue to think about these images, there is a strange convergence of Scripture happening in my wee brain. Some of these images are familiar, and I saw them on Highway 95 nearly three years ago.
…dwelling in the secret place, abiding in the shadow of the Almighty
…making the Lord my refuge…dwelling in Him…how do we do that? The cross of course!
New Things 