Being still

Father, everything I read this morning seems to stir-up something deeper in me.  I want to see what’s underneath, when in truth it’s You, resting in Your arms are what holds me.  You have always been there, even when I wasn’t aware – Your hand has guided me and I have found safety in Your sheltering wings. You have created in me this desire to be honest and transparent and faithful to Your word.  And even though I continue to stumble and fall, You are there to pick me up, dust me off and set my feet upon the path You have prepared for me. Life is not always easy, in fact sometimes it’s downright scary but even then You have carried me through and turned my weeping into tears of joy. 

All because of who You are. 

I am and will always be amazed by Your grace and love.

Bag lady or bride

To paraphrase from my reading this morning.  The world around us (and that to come) is the “theater of God’s glory” – that all of creation is connected to God its creator.  Everything is by design.  It is not a junk yard and we are not bag ladies picking through the debris to find things on which we can survive.

I had to laugh at this because I have always said (somewhat jokingly, yet somewhat seriously) I’ll probably be a bag lady when I get to heaven – that I’ll get there because of Him but the style in which I live will be . . . that of a bag lady.  I have this vision of me pushing around a shopping cart filled with life’s essentials.  How silly of me.

Because in truth there is hope after all.  The fact is, He has gone to prepare a place for me and that place will be with Him, that I will not be a bag lady, but His bride. That I am His and will be forever surrounded by His glory.  This takes my breath away.