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Oh I just have to write, how marvellous God's love is! How good it is, to give thanks unto the Lord!
This morning I awoke to fluffy pink clouds floating by my window. in the cool of the morning i sat up on my bed, amazed by the vision presented me upon waking. Eager to meet God where His own church building was, bounded by no man-made walls and ceilinged by the beauty of His ever-changing sky, like a little child i bound out of bed and was upon the corridors in less than a minute, eager to let the soul drink up the gentleness and splendour of rest of the morning. All this while the world sleepily was waking to its sunrise. Oh God, this could not have been possible without You! And the newness of your mercies each morning, each unfolding revelation of Your love, I cannot fathom, except to know that Your love is deeper and wider, truer and stronger than I could ever grasp! And so like a little kid again I shrugged off the cares of adulthood, just to talk to Daddy again. I thank God for the childlikeness I am to maintain! How blessed, to remain with Him in such humility, for then one is free to know the extent of one's sin, and know so much more the love that covers it all. How utterly assuring that this little kid can approach the throne of grace thus freely and boldly. And then, How amazing, to think this small child might saunter in amidst the angels ministering in the courtroom, tug at Dad's great robes that spill out from His lap and then to want to run up and hide in the shadow of the folds of His garments, stick real close and peer out shyly over them at the angels, for the overwhelming awesome majesty of it all! What's this litle kid doing here? Her confidence is in the acceptance of her Father, her shyness is in the awareness of the beauty of the perfection He intended her to grow into.
Above all, How humbling, that Jesus left this place of absolute security, His dominion of absolute majesty, and the place of His deepest joy, where He was in the constant immediate presence also of His Father.
All this He traded for walking the mired streets of Jerusalem, up to that hill with a cross on His torn back.
Jesus, what have they done to you? Did they not recognize beauty when they saw it?
all because of love.
And then He says, no servant is greater than his Master.
Father, make me what You will. Teach me to love like You.
| e.s.t.h.e.r in the arms of Jesus @
9/15/2005 07:28:00 am |
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