The first week of Hebrew required the skill of decision. Our professor asked us to pick names for ourselves; a common tradition in many language courses. Wow, that was easy, I thought. Hadassah.  Yes, a character that holds many of my aspirations from one of my most beloved story series, The Mark of the Lion, by Francine Rivers. (Or, maybe it’s more familiar to you as the Hebrew name of Queen Esther.)

I was rather pleased with my unnaturally speedy decision until the moment it got shot down. Someone had already staked claim on the name! Disappointed, I scrambled to think of something as the professor made his way towards me. As I googled my brain and skimmed the OT pages of my next seat neighbor’s Bible, I prayed for something good, but nothing stuck.

In the eleventh hour, hope appeared (as it often does). I heard my new name slip straight from the professor’s mouth. “Eliana”, he said, was the name he’d given his middle daughter. He explained the Hebrew pronunciation has a long “ah” at the end, as the last syllable is emphasized.  I asked him if I could take it and he agreed.

It was a dear moment as naming can be. I’ve dearly loved that name for years now. I dream and pray that God will grace me with a daughter someday to give it to.

See, Eliana means, “my God, He answered.”

Indeed He does. The very reason I was sitting in that class that day was because He did.

I’d like to share my story of just how I ended up in that seat. The story of His extraordinary answer to my years of prayer. Until this moment, I’ve hesitated to post it for the world to see and do so now for three reasons:

1) my wonderful friend and mentor encouraged me to write it down.

2) It means one more step away from the insecurity I officially said “so long” to last year.


3) primarily because it gives Him glory.

From the time I was young until well into my college years, I dreamed and held high hopes for a fulfilling career. For a long while I believed it would reside somewhere in the art world and was pretty sure God would reveal the position before I graduated. When several of my dreams lost their appeal or left me without peace, I began to doubt God’s plan for me. Or at my worst, if He really even had one. As I rode away from UMD and most of my friends, the disappointment was heavy. With no plan, a nagging dread began to seep in and I struggled to patch the crack.

Why are You silent? 

At first, I assured myself not to worry that God would make it clear what He wanted me to do.  Mind you, this meant to me that He would reveal it within a reasonable amount of time: a few months, maybe a year. However, a year turned into years. Several new dreams appeared but they were met with closed doors. A settled acceptance of my lot replaced dread as I learned to be more cozy with the phrase “I don’t know”. In my head, it seemed reasonable that God had a plan, but in the disappointment, my heart struggled to not agree with the lie that He was indifferent.

Initially, I wondered if maybe He had something else in mind. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to have a “fulfilling” career. Maybe He’d make another dream come true. The dream to be a wife, a mom, and do art on the side. It sounded quite appealing at first, and it still does at times. But by my late twenties, with no Prince Charming in sight, it no longer seemed realistic for me to hold out for.

These questions haunted me for the later half of my twenties: Did I miss the boat? Mess up somewhere?  Why won’t You tell me what You want me to do?!? I don’t want to waste Your time! Are You indifferent? Then I’d play a few rounds in the destructive game of comparison. Why did You give clear direction to so many of my friends? Or at least provide them wonderful husbands (later) and kids?

In spite my faults and doubts, God mercifully stuck with me to see to it that I would grow and that my unhealthy perspectives would change. He graciously gave me wisdom and bits of hope, comfort and encouragement along the way. Especially when I needed it most. I clung to this: remember that His agape -love for you means He’s always acting on your best behalf. In the last few years, my longings have not subsided. But I’ve realized something important. Had God fulfilled them then as I begged Him to, I could have easily fallen prey to placing my identity and worth in them instead of where it belonged. The position He left me in ensured that I’d continually be compelled to find those things in Him.

In the last five years, the ministry that has given me the greatest encouragement (not to mention, had a profound impact on me) was that of Beth Moore and Living Proof.  Beth is a prolific writer, bible study teacher and speaker. When I did her study on the tabernacle, she shared something of great comfort and encouragement. She told us the story of Zechariah and Elizabeth. Their answer for a child came not after 7 years, but more likely a half a century! In ripe old age-well past the years for childbearing- God filled their empty arms with John (the would be baptist and cousin to Jesus). Beth made this point: sometimes what comes so naturally for others, and does not for you, might be the thing God wants to provide for you in a supernatural way. She also reminded us of Daniel and his prayers. The angel Gabriel came to assure him God had heard his prayers and He had answered. But the results of the answer would take some time to show.

We often say God hasn’t answered our prayers. But what if He has?! He knows our requests before we ask them. If we asked Him face to face- knowing the gracious gentleman that He is- would He respond with the silent treatment? I’d imagine if He wouldn’t give us the answer, He’d at least say “trust Me”. Yes, His answer may be at times “no”. But maybe it’s as Jesus told the disciples in John 16:12. If we had the answer, or had the whole story now, we’d not be able to bear it. As finite creatures prone to worry and wander, we’re nowhere near experts at handling a lot of-or simply, certain info- that far ahead of time. Whether it’s good or bad. God knows that. And I know that’s true for me. I never would’ve imagined nor would’ve been able to healthily handle-fresh off my college campus- what He was calling me to.

Early last year marked the identifiable moment where I finally heard God say more than “trust Me” on the matter. I confess I didn’t really recognize it at the time though.

A man I had recently met, wrote a message to me praising God for me doing something with young women’s ministry. Huh? I remember rereading the sentence a few times. Could he be confusing me with someone else?? I knew he had a prophetic gift, but I was almost certain he had his wires crossed. I was not involved in women’s ministry and it was nowhere- I repeat nowhere-on my radar. I tried to question him, but he did not respond.

Sitting in a coffee shop shortly after, he told me he could see me doing something like Beth Moore. I smiled. l love Beth Moore, I love what she does! Wait…what?!? Me?!? Do something like her?? God bless him for having been willing to share that with me. But again, not on the radar. I let myself wonder a little about it… I do love to share what I learn about God and I do have a passion to equip people…but…I felt silly. So I kept it to myself. My mom was the only exception.

She happened to agree with him.

Over the next several months, the circle of young women friends I had dramatically increased. A desire rose in me to start a bible study. A few friends started saying things to me that happened to align with a teaching gift. What that man had said no longer seemed so far off. I was still hesitant to talk about it though, so it stayed on the back burner. In the late spring, my pastor spoke a message on prophesy and that forced me to move it back up to the front. Maybe God really had spoken through him. I finally got up the nerve to share it with a few close friends.

Surprisingly, they too agreed.

I wasn’t sure what to do so I waited, prayed, and from time to time entertained some more doubts (I’m rather a good host). The next so called “nudge” came that summer when I happened to be reading one of Beth’s books, Praying God’s Word. In the introduction, Beth went on a brief tangent about how one might know they have a teaching gift: basically, when you learn something from God, and you find you can’t help but share it with almost every willing ear.

It was as if right then the text took on a fluorescent glow! What she said resonated word for word. I jumped out of my chair.

That’s me! And I know I can even be obnoxious about it at times!

Shortly after, I was talking about it with one of my best and dear friends, Jess. She suggested I start seminary. Woah. Hmm…not on my radar again, not to mention a huge investment and change of lifestyle. After a couple months praying and wrestling with the idea, I decided to test the waters with one class.

I enrolled in a winter night class and kept my day job. I had high hopes that God would make it very clear to me if He really wanted me there by the end of the quarter. He didn’t. So I took another class that spring, and as the quarter neared its end, my concern began to increase. Why aren’t You answering?? Am I just doubting too much?? At the end of May, I learned the specific track I was on in Masters of Divinity would be very difficult to accomplish in the night program. I came to a crossroads: quit seminary, or continue and quit my full-time day job.

I prayed and prayed. As the sand in my hour glass gravitated south, I was heavy with uncertainty. One night after praying with my mom, I picked up a book I’d been reading by another teacher, Priscilla Shirer. It was called, Discerning the Voice of God. My bookmark directed me to the next chapter: “His Challenging Voice.” I read through it. Nearly every point she made was either a crazy coincidence or a very clear answer from God. Too tired to decide, I went to sleep. The next day, tears rolled down my cheeks as I shared it with my mom.

She said, “Cara, you’re sitting on the fence.” I sat there. I didn’t even reply. Again, “you’re sitting on the fence.”

A few moments passed. Then grabbing the courage God offered, I jumped off the fence in obedience. I would continue with seminary.

My backpack of uncertainty, unfortunately however, did not fall off during the leap. I knew God wanted me in seminary, well…at least for now. The Doubting Thomas I can be was still not fully convinced about the overall call. They say hindsight is 20/20, so back then it was not clear to me that all of those “nudges” were evidence. I was very hesitant to make a conclusion about what God was saying, because I had been conditioned to years of closed doors. So I prayed again that God would give me clarity about the source of my doubts and lack of peace. Was the enemy messing with me, or did God have something else in mind? I had obeyed in the leap and so I decided to trust that He would eventually give me a clear sign.

God’s answer to my prayer was somewhere in the realm of unimaginable to me.

At the end of June, my wonderful friends, Khristina and Robin, went with me to see Beth Moore at Living Proof Live in Lincoln. The entire road trip and event was saturated in God’s blessings. I was sitting in my chair at the close of the event, when I noticed the front screen was requesting all of Beth’s blog followers “Siestas” to come stand below it. I was a Siesta and curious. So I notified my friends and we quickly squirmed our way to the front, said location.

A group of about thirty of us formed. After a few minutes without announcement of the purpose for our gathering, we got suspicious. But as they began to direct us behind the curtain at the side of the stage, everything in me wanted me to squeal. I was so amazed and began to feel God pour on me His very sweet loving kindness. I was almost swimming in it.

Then, they brought us up some stairs, where we passed a room that Beth was in. I heard her say that she needed to get her picture taken with us. Near tears, I kept repeating to myself: Lord! You’re too kind, You didn’t have to do this, You’ve already blessed me enough!

Backstage, Beth came out thrilled to meet us. She told us she was in a hurry to catch her flight, but she thought she’d have time to come around and hug everyone after the picture. Lord, really? This is way over the top. You’re too sweet! I was nearly beside myself. Never would I have thought I’d get the chance to meet, thank, or much less hug her in person! I’m not usually prone to being star-struck, but I would’ve been close to it, had God not stolen the show by saturating me with His sweet loving kindness. Did I mention it was sweet? Nothing or nobody compares to it. Not one.

When she came up to me, all I could say was: “I’m Cara. I love you Beth. Thank you so much!”

We gave each other a good hug and stepped back slightly. But instead of moving on to the next person, she looked at me in the eyes with the most piercing gaze. I went perfectly still as all of my spiritual senses went on alert. It was almost as if Jesus was looking at me in the eye, and not her. I had an overwhelming sense of His Presence right there with us and I knew He was about to do something.

Then Beth said:

“I just felt that God has spoken something over you, and the enemy has been trying to steal it.”

I stood there, tears brimming and speechless, listening to those words… all I could do was nod.

I was floored.

She had no idea the significance of what she had just said to me.

What’s above and beyond way over the top?

My sweet and wondrous God chose to answer my prayer by speaking through her (of all people!!) in person.

I let my tears run free after we got off stage. I was beside myself amazed at Him.


Who but You.

WHY. ARE. YOU. SO. KIND. TO. ME?? You could have answered me and assured me of this in so many other ways!! And so much sooner, I might add.

After we returned home, I shared this story with a friend. She said, “yep, you got your billboard.” A large, very clear sign indeed.

I didn’t get a natural answer. I got a supernatural one. Because of that, not only was my foe silenced, but God erased every speck of doubt, incredibly blessed me, and got and continues to get all the glory.

He knows I like to share 🙂

I echo Hadassah:  Oh, God, what a wonder You are!

photo w/ Beth Moore and Siestas – Living Proof Live- Lincoln


May the Lord direct your hearts into [realizing and showing] the love of God…            2 Thessalonians 3:5a (AMP)

One of my first near death experiences was at the age of 16 on my bike home from work. Nearly across the highway, a car abruptly made a right turn and slammed into my front tire as I defensively halted to a stop. The car sped off and in its wake, left the terrifying reality of what might have happened and that awful feeling that I didn’t matter.

Shaking, I scrambled my bike up onto the sidewalk to find a man standing there. He immediately spoke,

“Jesus loves you.”

“I know” I blurted back, and tore off on my bike as I fought the threatening tears.

Brief tangent: I found the man’s presence on that sidewalk right then quite strange. (I still question to this day whether he was an angel or not. See, a pre-collision-moment earlier he’d been no where in sight.) On the other hand, the words he spoke to me were far from it.

I’d been taught and told of God’s love from a very young age and took some comfort at times in sensing it and knowing of its existence. But even though I acknowledged it that day, my heart and head were still short of a quality realization of it.

A much fuller comprehension of His love came three summers later as I began to know Jesus in a way I never would have imagined. As I handed over the keys of my heart to Him, His love became a very personal reality to me. My awareness of it increased exponentially.

Not long after my heart’s transformation, I was a midst some mundane tasks at work when God brought that near death bike experience to mind. My eyes filled with tears as He tenderly showed me just how real and near His love for me had been. It had been His utmost priority to assure me of it and His Presence in that terrifying moment.

Looking back now, I realize what a heyday the enemy could have had with that situation. Satan is very strategic in shooting his arrows of lies. When they hit right after or a midst a fearful/awful situation- it makes for a potent combination. His main war with us every day is over who we are and who God is. The main battlefield is our minds.

What did that scary experience tell me? The driver had barely registered my existence. Nearly killed me. And fled as if none of that mattered. The first part of that experience seemed to support a few of the enemy’s most fiery arrows:


How often in your life have you heard thoughts like these? Sure we usually dismiss them, but I believe most people still suffer from at least a flicker of doubt about their real worth at times. Especially when the thoughts tag team with bad memories.

Well our God, He was and is always all about snuffing out and crushing those fiery darts.  All we have to do is let Him. He said: 


Over the last 10 years, God has told me of His love and shown me it in numerous ways. I’m grateful for how I’ve grown in my awareness and understanding of it in both my head and heart. But I must admit that I’m still unsatisfied with my revelation of it.  There’s a gap that remains between what my head knows and heart knows-and a much larger one in what neither of them has yet experienced!

And we know (understand, recognize, are conscious of, by observation and by experience) and believe (adhere to and put faith in and rely on) the love God cherishes for us. God is love, and he who dwells and continues in love dwells and continues in God, and God dwells and continues in him.   I John 4:16 (AMP)   

Is this verse a complete daily reality in my life?  I’ll admit no. Sometimes it is. But I’m saddened by how I’ve settled. And wondering if anyone else resonates with this? If God went to such lengths to show His love to us, how can we not spend more of our days in awareness of it?? 

Somewhere along the line, it’s as if a ceiling (lack of expectation) seemed to subconsciously form that is blinding me (and I’m sure many others) from the expansive skies of His love. Recently, the Lord challenged me to work at shrinking the gap between my head and heart. To ask Him to break open that ceiling. That the eyes of my heart would be open to see…that my heart would expand so I could receive it. As I was pondering over His love, He began His challenge to me by bringing this verse to mind:

Keep and guard your heart with all vigilance and above all that you guard,  for out of it flow the springs of life.  -Proverbs 4:23 (AMP)

Why this verse? What does that have to do with receptiveness to the reality of God’s love?

More than you might think.

The Hebrew word for heart used in this verse is leb,  it of course refers to our figurative heart, my bible’s lexical aid describes it as the “center of our inner or immaterial nature”. It’s the seat of our emotions, affections, desires, passions, purposes, will etc. God calls us to guard this above and beyond anything else we that we guard.  To protect ourselves and also because He resides there! So how do we go about doing that?

An image came to mind that I believe God gave me to help.  Imagine your mind as a yard with a gate, and your heart as a house. So our minds are a sort of gateway to our hearts. Our hearts functions in such a way that the door to them opens when we welcome or let something (some thought) dwell long enough in the yards of our minds. After these thoughts settle in and take root they can affect, transform and steer our entire lives. (This is the reason why Paul calls us in 2 Corinthians 10:4-5 to take our thoughts captive (at the gate) and submit them to Jesus.)

If the thoughts are negative/bad, the results can be quite disastrous. On the other hand, if they are positive/good and in line with God’s truth, it can be quite wonderful…such as dwelling on Philippians 4:8 sort (whatever is lovely, pure etc). This is the normal way of it with the exception of those “tornado” experiences in life that pay no heed to a fence, yard or door. They just devastate.

(***Please don’t get me wrong-with this image I am by no means suggesting that our relationship with God and His love can be reduced to function via a method -but this image just encouraged me to reevaluate how I was approaching and thinking about Him.)

As I was considering this picture and Proverbs 4:23, I felt like He said this to me. “You have unintentionally been “guarding” your heart from My love.” 

Wow. :/

Sure, I’ve spent time learning about Him and even His love. But how much of my day do I really dwell in it or even on it?

Then I remembered what others had said about if you want to gain a greater awareness of His Presence, practice it. Really imagine Him there with you, as a child would. Could the same be said for helping me become more aware of His love? If I spent a significant portion of my time looking out for (imaging) it, focusing on it, and meditating on the verses in His Word that speak of it-would my senses be more in tune with it? Would I allow myself to dwell in it more?

I dream and pray that our awareness would so increase. That His love would so continually wash through the deepest recesses of our hearts that they would be completely cleared of what was not of Him on this side of eternity. Imagine if our heart-houses had such a firm foundation in His love, and our mind-yards were so filled up with it, that there was no room for the enemies lies to sneak in. Imagine living with a maturity in His love that would cast out all fear (1 John 4:18).

His love should have such an effect in us that it tranforms our every thought, behavior and perspective of our reality.

Divinely loved. That’s you. That’s me. On this side of eternity, we don’t have to settle for mere bits of it here and bunches of it there. He’s continually chasing us with it (Psalm 23:6) and pouring it out on us.

He calls us to more than we often allow ourselves to imagine. He says, “abide (make your home) in My love.” (John 15:9)

I’ll leave you with this wonderful illustration…

“How do we ‘abide’ in the love of God? We dwell no further from His side than the place we are most keenly aware of His great affection. Was it not the disciple [John] who reclined against Christ Jesus who saw himself as the ‘beloved disciple’? Place your ear against the chest of the Savior so that when troubled times come, you may not know what will befall you, but you can hear the steady pulse of the boundless love of Him who holds you.” 

-Beth Moore, Praying God’s Word

Some characteristics of God’s (agape) love:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (NIV)

Divine, originated (its sole source is) in the heart of God, eternal, everlasting, unfailing, unconditional, of unrelenting pursuit (Ps 23:6), demonstrative (active, volitional, expressive at it’s essence), self-sacrificing, redeeming, always taking action for the best of the beloved, foundational fruit of the Spirit (Gal 5:22-23) -the love we’re called to yet we’re incapable of without the Holy Spirit’s infilling in us.

More Verses

Long before he laid down earth’s foundations, He had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of His love, to be made whole and holy by His love.               -Ephesians 1:4 (MSG)

May Christ through your faith [actually] dwell (settle down, abide, make His permanent home) in your hearts! May you be rooted deep in love and founded securely on love,  That you may have the power and be strong to apprehend and grasp with all the saints [God’s devoted people, the experience of that love] what is the breadth and length and height and depth [of it];  [That you may really come] to know [practically, through experience for yourselves] the love of Christ, which far surpasses mere knowledge [without experience]; that you may be filled [through all your being] unto all the fullness of God [may have the richest measure of the divine Presence, and become a body wholly filled and flooded with God Himself]!   – Ephesians 3:16-19 (AMP)

A few years ago I was introduced to a 160 page treasure of insight,

The Great Divorce by C. S. Lewis.

The little classic held a passage I was commissioned to paint. Anticipation to absorb it’s words and pick up my paintbrush gripped me. Already a Lewis fan, I slapped down my ten bucks without hesitation.

I flipped to the first page. Mr. Lewis had a habit of packing profound statements into his pieces. God blessed that man with a beautiful mind and the ability to bid ours out of our normal set. There’s nothing like a refreshing air balloon ride up out of our stuffy perspectives, eh?

I have a habit of sharing what I learn with any available ear. My Mom is a fellow fan of his too, though she hadn’t read it. The proximity of her lawn chair to mine meant she would inevitably hear half the story from my mouth. Not wanting to spoil it for her, we came to the conclusion it would be best if I read the entire thing out loud.

So I did. I began it up north in my Grandma’s lawn and finished it a little over three hours later in my parent’s kitchen. I can’t begin to tell you how overwhelmed I felt getting out of that car. It’s a short, easy read apart from the fact its also an allegory on Heaven and Hell. As Wikipedia describes, it’s “an imaginative attempt at depicting realities which can otherwise not be expressed at all.”

I’m not sure Mr. Lewis intended for it to be read in one sitting (or out loud for that matter, as both voice and ear were raw) bearing the gamut of emotions it invoked. Please note, I’m analytical. I was overtaken by the realities amidst the complete imagination of it. I found some relief in his conclusion.

Yikes. If you haven’t read it, I may have just discouraged you. That was not my intention. I thought instead, to dissuade you from tackling it in the same fashion I did. Or maybe I shouldn’t? Focusing our finite minds on Heaven and Hell for a long frequency of time can be quite a shock. We give thought to eternity little time most days and then find we’re only able to handle it in smaller doses.

I don’t think God intended such a significant part of our existence to take up so little of our thoughtlife. Eternity is true reality now and our destiny. Think on how the speck we know as “time” fits on the line of eternity…and how Jesus taught us to seek His (eternal) Kingdom first. (Matthew 6:33)

Ok, on to the point of this post. One of my very favorite artists, Brooke Fraser, wrote a song inspired by this book. I realized she also penned my theme song in it. So it’s to Brooke and Clive that I owe the title of this blog. Here are the lyrics to it:


Walking, stumbling
On these shadow feet
Toward home, a land that I’ve never seen
I am changing
Less and less asleep
Made of different stuff than when I began

And I have sensed it all along
Now fast approaching is the day

When the world has fallen out from under me
I’ll be found in you, still standing
When the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees
When time and space are through
I’ll be found in you

There’s distraction
Buzzing in my head
Saying in the shadows it’s easier to stay
But I’ve heard rumours of true reality
Whispers of a well-lit way

You make all things new

When the world has fallen out from under me
I’ll be found in you, still standing
Every fear and accusation under my feet
When time and space are through
I’ll be found in you
When time and space are through
I’ll be found in you
When time and space are through
I’ll be found in you

To spare you from my lengthy description of the book, I found a short summary that should suffice. I would like to give credit where credit is due, but the reviewer’s name wasn’t listed. I can cite it though. See yahoo answers for the question “What is the meaning of Brooke Fraser’s song Shadowfeet?” and you’ll find it as the best answer.

“Lewis paints the picture of Heaven and Hell and the afterlife. When everyone dies (in the story) they board a bus and enter into these green plains where everything is so real, and they are but mere shadows. Every blade of grass hurts their feet as if they were stepping on daggers, as Lewis states in the book, “Reality is harsh on the feet of shadows.” But the closer they move towards the Mountains (Heaven), the less shadowy they become, and the more real they get. Not everybody is moving towards the Mountains though. Some can’t take the journey and decide to go to the Ghost Town (Hell) because they cannot see what’s beyond the Mountain gates, all they hear are rumors that it’s a better place than the plains, but others are trying to convince them to go to the Ghost Town. That’s what Brooke is talking about when she says “There’s distraction buzzing in my head, saying in the Shadows it’s easier to stay.”

When we’re fixed on our earthly ambitions and pursuits we miss out on the greater purpose God has designed for us. We walk and struggle and stumble on shadowfeet. Basically, we sleepwalk through life. We were made for more than that. We’re more than we seem, think and believe. God intended for the truth of who we are and Who He is to be very clear to us.

He designed us to journey through this life by the strength of His Word and the power of the infilling of the His Spirit. His Word is our daily bread. We need it just as much or more than our bodies need food. Along with the Holy Spirit, it is meant to fill us up with the truth and empower us to be and live out the reality of who we are.

God also designed us to journey in the light of His Word. Psalm 119 (NIV) says,

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path (vs 105)

The unfolding of Your words gives light (vs 130a)

Our feet were meant to feel the warmth of His light. The way may not seem that bright when we start out, but we have some wonderful hope. And an expectation that the light will increase:

But the path of the [uncompromisingly] just and righteous is like the light of dawn, that shines more and more (brighter and clearer) until [it reaches its full strength and glory in] the perfect day [to be prepared]. Proverbs 4:18, (AMP)

I’m so thankful that… He’s changing me. I’m less asleep and made of different stuff. I’m hearing truth and have a well-lit way. My path will continue to get brighter and clearer until this speck of time and space are through…when I’ll be found firmly standing in Him.

May your feet feel the warmth of His glow from heel to toe.

🙂 Cara

P.S. The Great Divorce inspired another song I love, by Caedmon’s Call.

The High Countries

A bus station, in the steam from the rain
In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?

The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now
And the houses spread for a million miles,
in this gray town

And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
It would pass right through you, so now’s your chance

Would you fall to pieces
Would you fall to pieces
Would you fall to pieces
In the high countries?

We are just pilgrims of the great divorce
I am witness to the light and I am captive to my own remorse

And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
It would pass right through you, so now’s your chance

You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands
The cup was poured out on the Maker instead

Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost
Bound up with all that I call “mine” still the light grows