This morning I found myself humming the words to a song I wrote years ago:
In the stillness of this moment
There’s a blissful holy hush
I fix my eyes on Jesus
My mind set on things above
In the stillness of this moment
I live to see Your smile
Surrounded by Your goodness
I long to stay with You awhile
Draw me near—
Lord, please draw me near
Light streams down around me
As You flood my soul with love
Heaven’s mysteries unfolding
In my Savior’s tender touch
Your mercies flow unceasing
To this desperate, needy soul
In the stillness of this moment
My heart has found its home
In the stillness of this moment
There’s peace within the storm
My spirit is renewed
My very life restored
In the stillness of the moment
I find myself complete
Fulfilling my life’s purpose—
I worship at Your feet
Draw me near—
Lord, please draw me near
Light streams down around me
As You flood my soul with love
Heaven’s mysteries unfolding
In my Savior’s tender touch
Your mercies flow unceasing
To this desperate, needy soul
In the stillness of this moment
My heart has found its home
I started weeping as I quietly sang the words. I could feel his presence wash over me in that sweet “blissful holy hush.” But even so, honestly, I was singing more to myself than to him. I was singing to myself because I’m the one who needed reminding. I’m the one who’s forgetful. I’m the one who drifts. I’m the one who needs to remember where my peace always resides. I’m the one who needs to remember where my hope is found.
I’m the one who needs to remember my heart’s home.
And my home is in him.
Always has been. Always will be. Period.
I’ve been in a strange season lately. Partly it correlates to what is happening in our nation and in our world, but mostly it’s just some stuff I’ve needed to walk through with him. And, as I have discovered, walking through it with him is the secret. When I am focused on taking his hand each day and walking with him–when I am focused on enjoying the simple pleasure of being with him–when I remember who he is and who I am to him–I am at peace. I am hopeful.
And, over and over again, my heart remembers its home.
Cindy Powell 
“But even so, honestly, I was singing more to myself than to him. I was singing to myself because I’m the one who needed reminding. I’m the one who’s forgetful.”
I think that’s the real secret of worship. God says, “worship Me…” with a smile on His face because He knows what it does for us and to us! It’s all about Him…but He’s in us, filling us with Himself.
Beautiful lyrics, Cindy. Those words have no expiration date. 🙂 Blessings.
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Thanks Mel. I love that those “still moments” with Him are eternal ❤️ Blessings to you!
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Good morning dear Cindy … It’s been a very long time since I’ve written to you. Ministry has continued to grow here as we transition into our new season. We’ve given over senior leadership of our churches (now 4 international churches & 1 Thai). New senior pastors are God called & gifted for this season and I still am able to continue to minister in our churches on a roster with other pastors / leaders.
MERCY Pattaya has taken considerable more time to transition, but it’s coming and lots of special challenges. LhenLhen has taken over MERCY Pattaya, I have made our children’s home autonomous but still work with them to mentor, coach, disciple, etc. It’s much more complicated than the church so it’s taken a lot more. I hope to have all things in place for them by year end.
I have begun another ministry called EQUIP – The harvest is ripe & plentiful but the laborers are few … so I train laborers, leaders, etc. and help equip them for whatever God has called them to.
I love the way God’s Spirit works in you & through you and thank God for the way you use your God given gifts to bless others.
About this song, did you ever sing it or put it to music. I love the words and would love to sing it as well.
Blessings … Dianne (Pattaya)
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It is always such a joy to see your name, Dianne, and Jesus always seems to know just when I need to hear from you. I will respond more in an email later this week, but know that you, MERCY, and, of course, Pattaya, are often in my prayers. ❤
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