Fresh. That word seems to be popping up in so many conversations these days. I love it.
God's doing something fresh. Or maybe, God is being God...the same yesterday, today and forever and we, instead, are beginning to catch a glimpse of what He's been trying to get across for a very long time.
There is a joy in giving...there is an art in receiving.
It says in Ps 34:8 - "taste and see that the Lord is good". Indeed, I have tasted and I bear witness at the sweetness of His presence, the warmth of His love and embrace, and the gentleness of Him as Teacher and Lord. He is Healer, He is King.
Past couple of days have been mind boggling. Yesterday more so than any in a long while.
"Pick up the baton and run"
Grace. Sense, it makes not. Grace. It shocks, it angers, it quietens, it humbles....it is given. It needs to be received.
Jesus. The sweetest name. Jesus
When God gives you dreams (sleep dreams) every part of the dream is important. The colours, the little intricate detail of pattern on the edge of the table, the funny door, the jello, the bugs....even the adverts. He works the same in life. Every detail planned. Every rendezvous with the Prince of Peace detailed out to woo, to pursue, to lavish us with His love.
Hand picked.
Close.
Jesus, come...
Posted at 12:17 by
mean17
