The love of Jesus is tangible and quite real. It is what causes one to rise again and again when the body is so sore from battle. It is the deep intimacy of one heart with another that draws me back again and again.

No day could be worth it without Christ in the midst.

Upon the break of any day is the potential of a most beautiful encounter with the lover of my soul. Who would dare to miss such an invitation from the Creator of the universe?

“Who is man that He is mindful of us?” I whisper.

The arrows daily drip of discouragement, loss, and grief. Yet, Christ is faithful to turn mourning into dancing even when it seems utterly impossible.

The glory of His Majesty has a tender touch to a sorrowed soul and He tends to linger close to any broken heart. His patience stays as long as it takes to tend and mend.

The Comforter He surely is.

I can sense Him watching me as I ponder questions in my heart. The “whys” that seem to never have an answer soon fade as He gently turns my face towards a new and lovely assignment.

It’s not that He dismisses my pain. He simply asks me to trust Him and assures me that one day all will be known, finally.

Just as the distresses of life seem to close in I can feel a warm wind sent by His heart to remind me of His looking after me.

He holds every key to this often troubled heart. At precisely the right time He unlocks another chamber to breathe in new life. All the places we love to hide from the world are not hidden from him. So He prepares for a good and grand opening one day of one of those locked spaces that I swore would never open again.

Then to my surprise, He floods it with healing oil that I dared never to mention as a need.

Tis’ His way.

Tis’ His love.

How does one live without it?