Saturday, February 4, 2012

Though the fig tree do not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail,
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the LORD, is my strength;
He makes my feet like hinds' feet,
He makes me tread upon my high places.

Habakkuk 3. 17-19

("tread" is commonly defined as "to walk,"
but it can also mean "to dance."
I like the idea of dancing upon the high and
scary places of our lives, because of Who
strengthens us)

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