Fridays are not always fabulous. Sometimes they’re downright frightening. Marriages don’t magically get better on Fridays. Friendships don’t suddenly work out because the weekend is approaching. Pain shows up Friday mornings just like other mornings. So, on this Friday afternoon, I’m compelled to share with you how Jesus sat down in the Jeep beside me on the way to Montreat this morning. It was moments of glory, minutes of worship.

This is the song that was playing. It’s 8 minutes long. If you don’t have that much time right now, a few minutes of it will give you the idea. The ONE THING TRUE is Jesus. Enjoy.

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  2. Life is how we choose to see it; it’s about perspective.

    Below is the hymn “God Moves in a Mysterious Way”, written by William Cowper, an 18th century English poet and hymnwriter. Cowper penned these lyrics after his own very personal experience with dispair:

    God moves in a mysterious way
    His wonders to perform;
    He plants His footsteps in the sea
    And rides upon the storm.

    Deep in unfathomable mines
    Of never failing skill
    He treasures up His bright designs
    And works His sov’reign will.

    Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
    The clouds ye so much dread
    Are big with mercy and shall break
    In blessings on your head.

    Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
    But trust Him for His grace;
    Behind a frowning providence
    He hides a smiling face.

    His purposes will ripen fast,
    Unfolding every hour;
    The bud may have a bitter taste,
    But sweet will be the flow’r.

    Blind unbelief is sure to err
    And scan His work in vain;
    God is His own interpreter,
    And He will make it plain.

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