My
heart is firmly fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and make melody.
Wake
up, my spirit; awake lute and harp; I myself will waken the dawn. Psalm
57:7-8
A full moon shone bright in the dawn shades
of blueblack as I stepped outside. And perhaps more than any other thing, since
Tucson lacks the crocus peeping up through the mulching oak leaves moment, the
full moon tells my soul to rest and wait; God is at work in His time, in His
season, silently yet steadily. Suddenly I look up and there it is, glowing
round and full, full of hope and beauty.
And really, I couldn’t muster any
melody or lute songs this morning. But I
could catch His whisper: Cast your burden
upon Me, and I will sustain you. Psalm 55:24
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