Elizabeth Boyd

writes from Harpswell, Maine.

​Basking in His Presence

I was alone in the home office of my old New England farmhouse. As I looked through the dormer window, the tops of the tall pine trees across the pasture turned pink in the glow of the first rays of the rising sun. I was alone in the silence, watching and waiting.

You see, it was the third day of my “people fast.” I had cleared my calendar for the week and come to God hungry for a deeper, more intimate relationship with Jesus. Like Jacob, I had covenanted, saying, “I will not let thee go, except thou bless me” (Gen. 32:26).1 I had no idea what the blessing might look like, but I was tired of getting only a casual touch, then being …

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