The Lifter of My Head

For Thou, O Lord, are a shield to me, my glory and the lifter of my head. PS. 3:3

On a morning when this Pilgrim feels so very far removed from her hometown, the view outside my window stirred my heart, as the morning broke unto the new day.

Our choir sang the words to the above Psalm yesterday morning, and Becca graciously made me a CD of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir singing it for my car.

As I continue to gaze outside, I realize that I simply cannot capture the beauty of this place, but must share mere impressions of the whole. Frost is covering the rooftops below me on our little mountain, steam is rising between the hills, autumn colors are holding on to the treetops amidst ever baring branches, and the chilling air energizes my body and soul. Even though I miss dear Baytown severely today, I cannot help but kneel before my Father for His loving provision for me. His mercy IS everlasting and His grace is truly amazing!

I realize anew that His provision is new every morning, that He alone owns the day ahead, and that my sole purpose is to wait on His timing and then follow His leading, step by step.