My Lord, Holy
EP 03 · My Lord, Holy
Highland Lakes Camp — Mercies Before Breakfast
Sunrise over the camp, before anyone had done a single thing to earn it.
Highland Lakes Camp, Texas
Morning at the camp. The sun came up over the cabins and the tower like it had been sent on purpose, just for us. Nobody had done anything yet — no work, no striving, nothing to earn it, nothing to prove — and His mercies were already there, ahead of us, poured out over the grass with the light. I just stood there, empty-handed and grateful, and received it. Grace before breakfast. Grace before anything. My Lord, holy.
"Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust." — Psalm 143:8 (KJV)
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- EP 01Niagara Falls — The Water Never StopsStanding in the mist of the falls, feeling very small — and very kept.
- EP 02Hong Kong — The Ferry Still Crosses at 3amAwake and anxious at 3am, watching the harbour — and remembering who never sleeps.
- EP 03Highland Lakes Camp — Mercies Before BreakfastSunrise over the camp, before anyone had done a single thing to earn it.
- EP 04Cabo San Lucas — New Every MorningA sunrise over the Pacific in Cabo — and mercies that had arrived before I did.
- EP 05The Night Harbour — Peace Across the WaterA whole bay of lights, and still the night was quiet — because His peace does not depend on the place.