Days long... filled with activity... cleaning... cooking... shopping... worship... feeling our way through the new... in bed after midnight... up by six...
My sister in service... said she woke this morning... with a joy hangover...
Up late... talking of God... His Word... His love... His broken heart... over our rebellion... and the cure He paid for... with His life...
The worship... singing of His love poured out...
through hands... and brow...
Wrestling with the cross... and grace... love... and sacrifice...
Transformation... through His wounds that heal... He... broken... because of our sin...
...how I have been broken over their whoring heart
that has departed from me and over their eyes
that go whoring after their idols. ...
Ezekiel 6:9
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He... with His freedom... through love... allowed Himself to be broken for our sin... broken on a cross...
Here... challenged to break habits of self-indulgence... and complaining... challenged to serve with joy... not in my strength but His... pushing past the need for sleep... holding back words that seek to wound... learning... to remember... that Love is here... wrestling... for us... and with us...
His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence...
2Peter 1:3
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Lord Jesus... help me to know You better... to know You are here...
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