Sometimes, the urge to write becomes unbelievably strong. I know that there is an earth-shattering subject close at hand--just on the tip of my brain. I have that feeling tonight, but I cannot quite get to it. My heart is full of rejoicing, so I could cheat and copy one of the Psalms. I could write my own poem. The problem is that I am not quite certain of the source of this joy.
I take that back. I do know the source of this joy. It is Christ. It is the greatness of HIM who loves me beyond anything that I deserve. When I see HIM answer prayers just because HE can and I know that it isn't because I deserve it--but because HE loves to do great things--I am amazed. When I know that all of my moments are securely in HIS hands, I am at peace.
When my heart is overwhelmed and I cannot look up to HIS face, HE comes and lifts my head for me.
I have a God who is for me all that I cannot be. Where are the words to express all of that? I'm sure they do not exist in this world.
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