At 4am this morning I was meditating on Psalm 19.
Now, God does wake me up to pray at weird and wonderful times, but this morning my wake-up call was less of the Holy Spirit and more of the dog barking-incredibly loudly.
So I found myself up at 4am, a little blurry-eyed, cup of Earl Grey in one hand, Bible open in the other, meditating on the passage that Holy Spirit had placed on my heart for the day.
And verses 7-9 and verse 14 have remained the unshiftable-focus of my mind all day.
The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul. The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes. The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The decrees of the Lord are firm, and all of them are righteous…
… May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
I found myself again challenged to love God with all of my heart, and all of my soul, and all of my mind, and all of my strength.
Because in His ways, and from that place, I can see that my soul is watered through the rain of obedience.
That wisdom grows in my heart through really trusting that His narrow path is the way of Life.
Growth through the Word.
That true happiness is found in cultivating a love for the things that please the heart of Jesus.
That move the heart of Jesus.
Searching them out.
That real beauty flourishes when radiating His Light, and His Light alone.
Unhindered by the water of broken cisterns.
Thriving in Him.
And that this is the perfect fruit that endures forever, firm and unchanging.
Man, I really want to love Him with all of my mind.
One of my favourite songs just now is ‘Oh How I Love You’ by Jesus Culture. The bridge sings out these amazing lyrics:
I give my life for one thing, poured out as an offering,
An offering of worship, to lay my life down.
And I was thinking about laying my life down. About pouring it out. About giving the total offering of everything I am and everything I have been and everything I ever will be. And about how every day I have to come to that place afresh.
And I was reminded of that old, well known story.
That if my life is represented by the illustration of a bottle, full of slightly-murky-off-colour water, I have to come to Jesus and pour the whole thing out so that the Living Water can fill me.
The whole thing.
Not just pouring out a little and keeping some back.
Pouring out the whole thing.
Giving my life.
To gain His.
But I love how in this story, God doesn’t change the bottle.
You get me?
We pour out all we are, we lay ourselves down, we fully accept Holy Spirit and His ways…
But we remember that God still loves… Well… Us.
He doesn’t throw the bottle away. He redeems it.
Our weak attempts to live the reality of Psalm 19 move His heart.
I move His heart.
What a Saviour.
Today I was running a Development day for my team. 10 members of staff. 5 large sheets of flip chart paper. A lot of vision. A bucketful of enthusiasm. And a stack load of Pizza Express.
It brought me such joy to work to create solutions, and put ideas into action, and laugh loudly, and keep young people at the centre of it all.
To get a real vision for where we’re going this year.
And I thought about how as the Church, we stand as a group of individuals, united through Him in lives poured out in abandonment, learning how to live out Psalm 19 lifestyles together in action, to please His heart.
As with many of my weeks of late, this has been one of connecting, praying and planning with old and new friends, those who I partner with in this beautiful body of Christ.
And I can honestly say that I feel so loved, treasured and privileged to be a part of this family.
So thank you to my wonderful friends who have sent emails of encouragement, gifts of beauty, and reminders of my calling this week. To those who have indulged me in long catch ups, prayed prayers of inspiring-faith and made me laugh until I couldn’t breath (yes Katie, remembering that day you stole my car DID cause me to hyperventilate ;-)). To those who have sung with me and to me.
And thank you to Papa, for orchestrating it all.
I live my life for One Thing.