He knows where we are. He knows who sins against us, and who we sin toward.
He knows our thoughts and failings and the very things that keep us awake at night.
And there is nothing that can shock or shake Him from relentless, sovereign mercy.
Our sins are many. Our hearts break.
And new every morn, His mercy is more. A shelter to the brokenhearted.
Do we leave room in our lives to love each other extravagantly?
Do we have space to give above and beyond?
Do we believe that Jesus is enough and that we are free to utterly enjoy Him?
Do we reflect the generous nature of Grace in our lives…
…and in the Tuesdays and Wednesdays and Saturday evenings,
thankfully, paint the world a bit brighter with His wonder?
Brin’s favourite thing is to do her copy work sitting in my lap, while I read from my phone with one hand, and scratch her back with the other. If I stop at one chapter she urges me to another.And the other day, in the middle of that famous winter-time story I read this,
“and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”
This is not the traditional Christmas reading of peace on earth. This is special. An intent of peace-making that declares Jesus the king of it.
And the next day I read another verse, a song of heavenly hosts to come,
“He brought me out into a broad place;
He rescued me, because he delighted in me.”
And in the amen those words pleased and delighted nearly scandalized me. Because I understand the fall, justice and at least the idea of substitution. I can wrap my mind around a crisp, legal agreement where we are at least happy to scrape through and stand in the back row of Heaven.
This delight is something new all together, though. God’s pleased face as He restores peace to the chaos is an idea that seems too good to be true. And His care because He not only sees me as righteous, but also as delightful, is so deeply humbling, gratitude for grace bubbles up again.
If we set our faces to this world as those assured of God’s delight in us and His mission to bring beauty out of the ashes, we might walk the hum-drum differently. Praise God for the joy to be more than conquerors this day, and tomorrow.
this morning, a verse for immigration frustrations to redefine home and wait on the Lord
“Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
in whose heart are the highways to Zion….
For a day in your courts is better
than a thousand elsewhere…
(and) no good thing does he withhold
from those who walk uprightly..:”
“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery from this book
It may take a lifetime to learn, but one tearful, after-supper conversation has helped cement this truth in my mind.
That God loves me as much at my worst, as He does when I’m serving open throttle.
That my worth does not depend on performance. That busy is no way to His favour. That His adopted child is a child forever.
Don’t fear that love, child.
Calvin says, faith is a firm and certain knowledge of God’s benevolence toward us.
Trust that His kindness is enough to carry us. Let it colour this day beautiful, for there is nothing sweeter than knowing
God is enough.