…how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ!
~ Ephesians 3:18 (Exclamation, mine)
So wide and deep…that He is ALWAYS speaking to our hearts, no matter where we are, whatever we are doing… and by whatever means He chooses.
I love His unlimited sources. Even those that may not officially bear His stamp, but always do in artistry…sublime Beauty and Truth… and impeccable timing.
Pulling into the crowded parking lot by the post office the other afternoon, my mind a swirl with seeking His direction on my life…where I’m going from this moment in time…what He wants me to do…what is happening right now — the lush strains of Phantom of the Opera‘s “All I Ask of You” from my radio seemed to sing His heart-encouraging to me, through Barbara Streisand, in wrenching symphonic beauty…
No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I’m here, nothing can harm you
my words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears.
I’m here with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you…
Let me be your shelter
let me be your light
You’re safe, No one will find you
your fears are far behind you…
In her response to this one of LOVE, not so different from my own…
All I want is freedom,
a world with no more night
and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me…
And in His…so tenderly…
Then say you’ll share with me
one love, one lifetime
let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you here, beside you…
anywhere you go, let me go too
Through teary landscape then, I debated quickly – turn left…turn right, which parking space looks best — and decided. Right. Pulled in, looked up and read the couldn’t-be-missed license plate on the fire engine red truck parked just ahead of my bumper.
V.I.C.T.O.R.Y. spelled out, bold as you please.
I let my breath out in one long contented sigh. Smiled at that one-word gift coming like a silver-tinged star falling out of the sky and at my feet.
Two beautifully sent messages of His wide, wide love… love so broad and high and deep that it isn’t limited by the messenger (a secular lyric), or the odds of putting me right… in… front… of… the…word of trust He wanted to script-write into my moment.
One minute earlier or later into my car, on that errand, and I’d have missed it.
There was more as I left there… a young destitute woman on a street corner, nudges of His Holy Spirit, understanding ways He is leading and taking care of me when life seems a bit more than unsure. In words He put in my mind for a stranger…as well as for me…
God wants you to know, He hasn’t forgotten you.
© Pam Depoyan
Out of my dreams and into his arms I long to fly
I will come as evening comes into a waiting sky
Then out of my dreams and into the hush
Of falling shadows
When the mist is low
And stars are breaking through…
Then out of my dreams I’ll go
Into a dream with you
~ Oscar Hammerstein, Oklahoma
Oh, how He speaks to me in music… You, too? 🙂
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