In February of 2019, I wrote a blog on “A Place Called There.” If you haven’t read it, please do, click on the link below. https://hispreciousgift.com/wordpress/?s=a+place+called+there

I don’t know about you but I went “There” this week. My hormones were off the chart, ‘crazy’ and I told my Papa, “Help Daddy! I am like a meteor shooting from orbit, out of control!” And, I had one goal in mind; to end the madness that surrounded me. “How did that go, Tresca?” So glad you asked. Amazing! Amid my chaos, my Papa came to my rescue three days later! I know, as the song goes, “He May Not Come When You Want Him But… He Comes Right On Time!”  Yes, for three days I was listening to the voices of the flesh, and emotions, and looking at a situation I thought I had the power to change. No, it never changed but my Papa was able to reel me in with His voice as He spoke to me through others and His tender and sweet voice within me.

Fear has a way of gripping us and taking us captive if we listen too long to his voice without resisting. It cries out, “Look at this situation, you better do something!” “Look what’s happening to you or around you.” Then, we act in the flesh and launch into action, right? We never stop to inquire of the Lord, because the flesh realizes He moves too slowly. (I know, the flesh is so stupid)

By the way, if you are watching the news and hearing the voice of “fear” because of the Coronavirus, then my words to you are… limit your time watching the news; they seldom report the good news of those who got well, as many did. It will take you so deep into the abyss of fear that you will miss out on the wonders of our Father’s grace and love that will keep us no matter what enemies surround us. Sickness, disease, chaos, and devastation can NEVER change who He IS… our Anchor and Peace for our souls. Listen to His wisdom and guidance.

WE CAN’T HOLD ON TO FAITH’S HANDS AND FEAR’S HAND AT THE SAME TIME…

ONE OF THEM WE MUST LET GO!

Here is a song I wrote years ago; I hope will encourage you to “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus Within and Rest in Our Father’s Arms of Peace and Love.” Fear has no power in His Arms!

OUR FATHER’S ARMS

Copyright © 2005 by Tresca S. Grannum

Our Father’s arms are so deep and wide

They are measureless

Oh so measureless

And with every touch of His fingertips

With every brush of His hands

With every holy embrace

Our soul finds rest, finds rest in His love.

 

No matter what clouds our day

No matter what darkens our nights

Though sickness and perils surround us this very hour

We can always run inwardly into His arms

And there we are safe in His holy embrace

 

Your arms MY Father are so deep and wide

They are measureless

Oh so measureless

And with every touch of Your fingertips

With every brush of Your hands

With every holy embrace

MY soul finds rest, finds rest in Your love.

 

No matter what clouds MY day

No matter what darkens MY nights

Though sickness and perils surround ME this very hour

I can always run inwardly into Your arms

And there I am safe in Your holy embrace