Five Minute Friday: Dwell

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Gentle Reader,

Got to enjoy some time chatting with my fellow writers, but I confess to being distracted.

I’m worried that I’m going to forget underwear.

Headed out for a ladies retreat tomorrow evening. I’ve packed my clothes. Checked more than once to make sure that the underwear is present and accounted for. It’s right where I left it.


Kate asks us to: dwell.


“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.'”

– Psalm 91:1-2 (NKJV)

Dwell is defined as, “to live or stay as a permanent resident; reside; to live or continue in a given condition or state; to linger over, emphasize, or ponder in thought, speech, or writing.”

Live. Stay. Emphasize. Ponder. Linger.

In the secret place.

One of my favorite hymns is Rock of Ages. Often when I’m feeling anxious, snippets of lyrics float to the forefront of my mind. Let me hide myself in Thee. Helpless, look to Thee for grace. Wash me, Savior, or I die.

God invites us to dwell in Him. Not just with Him. In Him. Tucked safely in His lap, our ears pressed against His chest so that gradually all sound but that of His lion’s heart fade away. The tears run from flood to trickle. Breaths, staggered and shallow at first, turn slow and deep. The knots in our souls unwind, untangle.

God dwells in us (John 15:4). The moment of salvation finds Him taking up residence. The King comes to sit upon His rightful throne. He promises that we will never again be alone. Never without resources. Never without a defender. Never without guidance.

This reality stabs me with the peculiar ache that arises from the inexplicable gentleness with which He convicts and disciplines those within whom He dwells. Paul David Tripp says it best – when we willfully sin, it’s not because we don’t know it’s wrong. It’s because we don’t care.

God, His Holy Spirit, dwells within me. Earth-shaking. Paradigm-shifting.

And yet still I rebel.

Tender, how tender, is His voice. He does not sugarcoat. Nor does He attack. He simply tells it like it is. Me, the wayward sheep. Me, the cranky child. God, the Lord of all.

Let me hide myself in Thee.


My journey to faith. (15)

(Last Week’s) Five Minute Friday: Find

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Gentle Reader,

Playing catch up. Missed out on linking-up, but that’s okay. Five Minute (Whatever)day is good discipline.

Head on over and meet our gracious hostess and prompt-giver, Kate.


August – yes, a lost month

Swallowed up in haze

Surrounded by the smoke and burn

Leaping flames advance in craze

Sunlight hidden behind the fog

A strange and orange light

Faces streaked with sweat and ash

As the people fight

On and on they do press forward

Marching down the miles

Muscles strain and bones do ache

Spouses worry all the while

Water pours from hoses tight

Axes bite the ground

Trees and grass provide the fuel

‘Tis an eerie sound

Lord God above, if in Your plan

Reprieve You can find

Send this place the blessed rain

Remove us now from danger’s line


My journey to faith. (15)

Five Minute Friday: Hide

My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen

Gentle Reader,

Not gonna lie. I’m really tired.

And I’m thinking about that in connection to our prompt.

Kate. The gang. We: hide.


Under Your Wings”

Jesus, let me feel the feathers

Soft against my face

Lighten now my weary load

And gently slow my frantic pace

Let me cry my tears there

Wrapped in Your wings of love

Let me drop my burdens now

Safe in strong arms above

Gather me now to Your heart

Just like a Father dear

Lean down to smile upon me

Whisper, “You’ve nothing left to fear.”


My journey to faith. (15)