One Who is with you Always

We drive through farmland as the sun makes its slide in the sky. It feels like the end of summer. Not the beginning of fall. My husband breathes deeply and asks with excitement, “Do you smell that?” It reminds him of visits with his grandma, when she’d fling open windows and doors, wafts of orchard air blowing through her home.


I inhale the aroma of walnut groves, and I’m swept into an afternoon tryst with memories of my own…playing flashlight tag with my cousins in Oklahoma, out grids of dirt roads with barns, hay, fireflies. And I recognize a restlessness in my spirit. How it’s been longing for something.

It’s like I’m missing home.

Hebrews 11:8-10 says, “By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. By faith he dwelt in the land of promise as in a foreign country, dwelling in tents with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise; for he waited for the city which has foundations, whose builder and maker is God.”

I remember when God called me out. The summer before my senior year of high school. When He asked me to take His hand and walk into His promises. Life’s been moving ever since. Trysts and turns I never expected. My heart aware of this city in the distance whose builder and maker is God.

And on the way, I’ve found the heavenly kingdom’s not so distant. We have  a new home, in Christ, a refuge in Jesus, here and now.

When you have Christ you always have Him.

As we face the insecurities of this world, we can hold loosely that which is temporary, and cling tenaciously to that which will never fade. The Word of God. Our refuge in Him.

Time will pass, culture will usher change, but there is One who remains the same.
One who is with you always.

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty Rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.

Oh, safe and happy shelter!
Oh, refuge tried and sweet!
Oh, trysting place where heaven’s love
And heaven’s justice meet.
As to the holy patriarch
That wondrous dream was given,
So is my Savior by the cross
A ladder up to heaven.

There lies beneath its shadow,
But on the farther side,
The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide;
And there between us stands the cross,
Two arms outstretched to save,
Like a watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.

Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One,
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess,
The wonders of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.

I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.

-Elizabeth C. Clephane

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  1. O how your words always bless me. Much love to you and yours!

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