I can’t believe I’ve only been here a few days.
As I just walked from my apartment under the bright blue KC sky, I felt like this routine was that of weeks.
I was trying to wait to write today’s blog post until I had a bit more order to my thoughts and structure to the things God is saying, but I don’t think that’s going to happen quite yet… 🙂
So as I sit here, I am overwhelmed (in a really good way!) by how beautiful our God is, and by His love.
He has speaking to me about so many things. Prophetically about some Japan-stuff. Personally about His-love-and-perfect-rescue-stuff. Randomly about some-other-stuff.
And I am just enjoying sitting at His feet. Singing. Drawing. Reading His Word. Praying with His people.
I am thankful that I am His little one.
I am thankful that He has freed me.
I am thankful that His promises are ‘Yes’ and ‘Amen’.
I am thankful that He loves me so well.
Because He didn’t leave me in bondage. He never left me. And He continues to make a way where there is no way.
And my response is to pray that He would find no resistance in me, but that I would be with Him where He is. To become holy by being with His holiness and allowing Holy Spirit to mould and change me. To desire only to be closer to the One I love.
And who loves me.
Whose heart burns with desire for me.
He whose ways and higher and whose thoughts greater. He who is good.
You are the beautiful God, You are the beautiful One, I stand on the sapphire sea, I worship You as Your priest.
He who gives us an inheritance that is unperishable, undefiled and unfading.
He who owes me nothing, but who abundantly gave me mercy when I deserved hell.
He who made me for the praise of His glory. That my very being would testify to the remembrance of His mercy. A signpost to His restoration.
How can we not give everything in worship to the One who remains faithful when we are faithless? (1 Timothy 3 v 14)
How can not be wrecked in response to the One who restores the thief on the cross and the harlot in the dust, and lifts them to the heavenly places?
That overwhelms me.
I come in as a thief and an enemy, and I leave as a prince and a friend. What kind of mercy is this? What kind of Saviour is this?
Our Beautiful God.
The Lamb that was slain. The Lion of Judah.
I will sing of His mercy and His love forever.
And I will make known His faithfulness.
I have a couple of pictures on the go just now, but neither are ready to be posted. So, I’ll leave you with the verses of my days meditations.
Be so blessed everyone!