It is 37 degrees, but a carafe of hot black coffee, flannel PJs, a snoozing pup on my lap, and a couple of blankets make for a snuggly-sweet chance to see the moon sink behind the mountains. A rare treat, as the morning will not be this dark with a sinking moon at 7am for another year. I dare not miss it. My mind quietly wanders as I take in the view.
Chilly Octobers. Starry nights. Beautiful moons. A memory of my mother-in-law, more than 20 years ago.
She was with us on that clear starry Friday night, watching a baseball game, eating fried chicken, laughing, and enjoying the evening. The next morning, she suffered a devastating stroke. She lost her ability to move her arms and legs. She couldn’t speak. But in the days to follow, she could speak one word. One name. Jesus…
I would pray with her.
She would just pray that one word: Jesus.
It seemed to be enough.
Call on His Name
Elohim … “Father God;” Yahweh … “God Provides;” Adonai … “Lord God;” El Shaddai … “He is almighty.”
On this day, I vow to quietly call on the many names of God; for the protection of our country and for the ones I call family and friends. And I will persist throughout the long days and nights ahead.
In 2 Chronicles 7:14, God tells us, “If my people, which are called by MY NAME, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
As a country, we can call on the King of Glory. Our Redeemer. Counselor. Everlasting Father. Lion of Judah. Light of the World. Wherever you are today, join me in calling out to God!
Written by guest blogger Vicki Hill, who daily enjoys her hilltop views of beautiful North Carolina.