A cry in the night....

Jesus, let the light of Your face shine on me!

Thank You, Lord, that You hear my prayer,

that You listen to my cry for mercy;

and that in Your faithfulness and righteousness and love,

You come to my relief.

The enemy pursues me, but he will not crush me.

He tries to overtake me with darkness, but he will not succeed.

My spirit is stirred within me by Your everlasting love,

and I am not ignorant of the enemy’s tactics.

I think of You.

I meditate on You.

I remember You…Your promises… all You have done for me.

And I lift my hands in thanks for Your goodness and loving kindness.*

My soul longs for You, thirsts for You…

and does not faint under the weight of its longing – or under the assault of its enemy. 

Instead, it is stirred, as You come quickly to the sound of my cries.

Sweet Lord! My soul delights in You.

Even as weeping endures for the night,

joy will come in the morning.

Your promises will be fulfilled. 

My hope in You will not be disappointed. 

And my soul will continue to rejoice in You, 

for You do not hide Your face from me

as the cry of my heart reaches Yours in the darkness.

*Psalm 143

Julie Engler Miles

February.9, 2010

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It all comes down to this....

Blessed are those who come into the knowledge that it is by

setting our hearts on blessing the Lord that we ourselves will be blessed.

Out of my desire to bless You this morning, Jesus, I find myself blessed as I sit in the sweet realization, once  again, that You are my heart’s truest desire and my soul’s greatest delight.

Sweet, sweet is the love of my God and the love we share with each other.

* * *

You hear the cry of my heart, Lord.

More than ever, my desire is for You.

I want You…and I want You to have me.

More and more of me, all of me...

for whatever purpose You desire,

that Your great heart will be blessed.

I have no other desire, no other goal.

It all comes down to this.

Julie Engler Miles

Monday, Oct. 3, 2011

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What every soul knows....

Bless the Lord, O my soul.

My soul bows before its Maker...
still and solemn,
quiet and undisturbed...
knowing what every soul knows
when we let the knowledge of God rise up within us.

We are created to know Him.
He is the desire of every longing heart.

Wake up, dear souls.
Don't be robbed of this wonderful truth.
Be still... and know your God.


Julie Engler Miles, all rights reserved, 2012