“In times like these” I need my Savior.
“In times like these” I need my Anchor.
"I’m “very sure – so very sure - my Anchor holds & grips the Solid – SOLID ROCK”.
I can hear my grandmother’s voice and the rumblings of her antique piano as she sang these words to an “Old 100”.
“Keep it personal.” “always personal, Lynne” she’d whisper to me gently smiling.
I can still smell the scent of her sweet homemade perfume. A mellow concoction of honey suckles, lilacs, rose petals and vanilla. Everything grown in her garden – except the vanilla, that came from the man who stopped by once a month and sold it to her.
You just can’t get vanilla like that anymore.
She often encouraged me to "be encouraged" for He is mine & I am His own.
Especially, “in times like these”.
Times of trouble.
Times of calamity.
Times of pain, confusion, frustration & heartache.
Times when the pressures of the moment seem so overwhelming.
“In times like these” she’d read to me the entire chaper of Psalm 91, we’d pray and quietly meditate – often times I’d drift off to sleep with my head in her lap, her gentle sweet smelling hand stroking my brow.
“In times like these” I'd hear her cautioning me, “remember that faith comes by hearing & hearing by the Word of God (Romans 10:17).
“In time like these” keep a song in your spirit & His Word in your heart.
“In times like these” He’ll dispatch Angels & make His Presence known in your life.
If you let Him.
Gone but NEVER, EVER forgotten my Mam-maw. Nov 1, 1899- Nov 27,1997 (98 years young!)