{ Dwell in the Shelter }

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High

will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress,

my God, in whom I trust."

Surely He will save you from the fowler's snare

and from the deadly pestilence.

He will cover you with His feathers,

and under His wings you will find refuge;

His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

You will not fear the terror of night,

nor the arrow that flies by day,

nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,

nor the plague that destroys at midday.

A thousand may fall at your side,

ten thousand at your right hand,

but it will not come near you.

~ Psalm 91:1-7 {NIV}

{A gift from Mister on our six-month wedding anniversary: the first tulips of the year}

Friends, I am alive.
Somewhat ragged about the edges, but alive. Recently someone told me that physical stopping often precipitates mental, emotional, and spiritual revelation. This truth is one I have experienced in new ways in the past few weeks. I praise Jesus for using this "storm" to draw me closer to Him. Truth of the matter is that I'm still dealing with the physical ramifications of this apparently stress-induced malady. I'm a little worse for wear and trying to take it easy. Which means whittling down the enormous heap I call "essentials" to only those things which are truly essential. I'd love to blog more frequently, and I can't even tell you how many posts I've written in my head. {Complete with pictures I could not take because my camera was at home. Again.} But for now I'm sleeping more, to-do-listing less, and learning about casting all my cares on Jesus in a deeper, more gut-wrenching {literally!} way than ever before.

Thank you, Lord!

I'll be back soon. I have a question for all you crafty-homey ladies who have MUCH more redecorating experience than I do. {Hint: If you have ever painted at all, this means you.}