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February 13, 2013, 10:01 AM

Horse Sense


                Ever watch Little House On The Prairie? I do, not because I’m a fan but because with four daughters someone always wants to watch it. Little did I know that one day I would get to experience my own real life episode. Every LHOTP (figure out the acronym) episode has one of two things happening. One, the Olsons (the resident jerks) do something mean and get their comeuppance pleasing everyone. Or two, there is some kind of medical emergency involving farm stuff (falling in well, lost in woods, falling off a horse) where a little kid gets hurt and everyone scrambles to save them. Last night I got to experience the second option.

                While at some good friend’s house, who have horses, craziness breaks out. Jentri is learning   how to ride a horse on a 30 year old horse who is deaf and half the time refuses to move at all. I don’t know about you, but that is exactly the kind of horse I want my kid to learn about horses on. Things have gone remarkably well when “it” happens. We don’t know what “it” was, but the horse goes from not moving and eating grass to running at a full gallop over the field. As I watch (at first in amusement because I honestly didn’t think the horse could move like that) Jentri starts to scream continuously and the horse doesn’t stop. I start to become concerned and start screaming, “Quit screaming!” thinking she might spook the horse more. At the time I didn’t know the horse was deaf and yes I see the irony in my screaming to tell her to stop. The horse finally reaches the point in the field where there is a gate and turns out of the field and up the road. Finally, at this point it becomes too much and Jentri becomes unbalanced and falls off the side of the horse, hitting her back and side and then her head.

                I had already started running after Jentri at this point, and finally reached where she is screaming out loud, “I’m gonna die!” over and over (she is a little bit on the dramatic side). Jolee already had her standing so I wasn’t too worried until I saw the blood. It was creepy because she had a French braid so we couldn’t see where she was cut, but blood was running in rivulets down her neck. After finally getting her hair undone I find the spot she’s cut. It is only a 1 inch gash, but it has rock in it and is bleeding freely. I gently remove the rocks and slowly the bleeding stops. Her back is a mass of abrasions and contusions, her elbow is scraped and she has the cut on her head, but she doesn’t appear to have a concussion. We take her inside and try to wash her up and decide to take her home, wash her hair and then go into the ER. So we load up in my truck and start driving home.

                Jentri has been apologizing up to this point, and is remarkable calm especially for someone with a flair for the dramatic. But she gets very quiet and starts crying, and when I look at her and ask what’s wrong, she tells me she is scared that he might die. Without thinking, I asked her who was in control? She said God. I asked if she knew God and could trust Him, and she said yes. Then I told her that regardless of how it turned out she was golden.  Jentri then wanted to talk to someone, and asked  to talk to her friend Victoria, and I told her how about your grandparents and asking them to pray for you. So I finally get a hold of my Mom and have her pray on speakerphone for Jentri, and she does.

                At this point we’re home, and we go to the kitchen sink and take off her shirt and wrap her in a towel and start washing her hair. I’m using the sprayer and Jolee is washing as we are seeing massive amount of blood tinged water run down Jentri’s head and into the sink, she sighs deeply and the says very calmly, “I feel safe now.” Jolee and I just looked at each other and paused, then continued cleaning her up. We put her in loose comfortable clothing and headed to the ER.

                At the ER we give all our info and then sit and wait to be triaged. I slumped in a chair and looked down and realized that I had Jentri’s blood all over my hands and my shirt. As I’m looking I realize Jentri is ok, she is joking with Jolee and says she has prayed for no stitches and is showing no signs of a concussion, but then I start to get a little shaky. I started thinking about what could have happened…fractured leg, shattered arm, cracked skull, a broken spine…death. And as I’m looking at the blood on me I can’t help but think and ask God, “What was it like to have Jesus blood on your hands?  How much did it hurt to know the price had to be paid and He had to pay it?” And I thought that I didn’t think I could have done it.

                We get in a room finally, get a quick but very through exam, and Jentri gets 2 staples in her head. Jolee pointed out that Jentri had prayed for no stitches and got no stitches and Jentri said she was very grateful. And then we got in the truck to go home and I thought to myself, “God is good.” But then I had this thought, if she had died would God still have been good? If she had died would that make God not good? And  the answer is no, but it made me think about simply saying God is good, and how that little phrase has more weight to it than a ton of rocks and should not be used flippantly because it remains true regardless of circumstances. This time it was true in Jentri being ok, but it has also been true in other times when I have lost those closest to me.  

                So we all got back home and the kids get put to bed, and Jolee, Jentri and I sit together and say a prayer of thanks to God for sparing Jentri and making her hurts so small and everyone goes to bed.

                As a pastor I say things like I said to Jentri all the time. Trust God, He’s in control, He’s good regardless of how this goes. Funny what a totally different thing it is to say that when it is your own daughter and her blood is all over you. Makes you really think about if you really mean what you say. But I did mean it, even though it scared me some. And I thank God for yesterday, not because of what happened to Jentri, but because He used even that to show me that it is ok to believe what you believe. Sometimes as a pastor I tell everyone what I believe, but it is necessary for me to believe it as well, and I find comfort in knowing that even though it is hard, that by the grace of God I believe what I believe. Because there are times when you wonder, when you go through the motions and don’t really engage, but our faith is not a game or a set of beliefs, it is trust in a person and His name is Jesus. And I am thankful for whatever means are used to remind me that I can trust and believe in my good Jesus.

 

P.S. Jentri went to school today, wasn’t even really sore. Oh to be young and bendy, able to bounce back so quickly.



Comments

02-15-2013 at 12:34 PM
Ivy Moore
What I was told in freshman orientation at college 53 years ago: Believe your beliefs and doubt your doubts. Yes, God is good, all the time.
02-13-2013 at 3:54 PM
Traci Adams
Thank you for sharing and being transparent about what you were thinking and feeling while this was happening. I am thankful Jentri's injuries were not more serious. I love the... believe what you believe.
02-13-2013 at 10:47 AM
Lydia Wiatrek
I teared up when I read where you asked Jentri who was in control. David has so reminded me of the same thing many times.
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November 12, 2012, 10:51 AM

Hidden Prison


            At the end of 2 Kings a sad story is told. The nation of Judah has finally fallen to the Babylonians. The city is burned to the ground, many people are killed, the king Jehoiachin and all the leaders have been taken into captivity while the poorest of the poor are left to farm the land and pay tribute to the Babylonians. When Jehoiachin arrives in Babylon he is immediately thrown into prison. He was robbed of all position and power, dressed in prison garb and for the next 37 years languishes in prison. But then something happens. Nebuchadnezzar dies and Evil-merodach (what were his parents thinking naming him that?) becomes king. And listen what he does for Jehoiachin. “Evil-merodach was good to Jehoiachin, and he gave Jehoiachin an honorary throne that was higher than all the thrones of the other kings held captive in Babylon. Jehoiachin removed his prison garments and put on new clothes. He ate his meals with the king every day for the rest of his life. The king also gave him a stipend on a daily basis for the rest of his life.” 2 Kings 25:28-30.

            Sounds pretty good right? Removed from prison, given new clothes, given a new title, eating with the king and even given an allowance for the rest of his life. How fortunate for Jehoiachin! No more prison, no more captivity, finally power and prestige have been restored. How blessed...or is he? Read more carefully, he was no longer in prison walls, but neither was he free to return to the life he had as king of Israel. Yes he had the highest title, but only of the captive kings. That’s like being valedictorian of a class of one, totally empty and meaningless. Yes he eats with the king, the one who has the real power and who refuses to let him go home again. Yes he gets a daily allowance, but what a joke compared to the riches he had as king. What a horrible trade for Jehoiachin. He is still in prison, even though things look a lot nicer than they had for the past 37 years. Perhaps even worse is that this new prison seemed like freedom to Jehoiachin after all he had been through. He’d been a prisoner so long that he had forgotten what freedom tasted like, and for the rest of his days until he died he lived what looked like a life of luxury, but in reality was a prison. What a horribly sad story!

            We know something about Jehoiachin’s story though, do we not? We are in prison on this world, broken by our sin, stripped of our power and position locked away. We know this and feel it, but then one day something crazy happens. Freedom is offered. We can join the world and get titles and prestige, money and authority, we can be free. But it is an illusion. Our titles are meaningless, our “freedom” is still enslavement, our money can not buy us free. Yet we’ve been in prison so long this pseudo-freedom looks so promising we buy into it and devote our lives to it. Thinking we’ve found freedom, while real freedom remains outside our grasp.

            Don’t buy into this lie, especially at this time of the year when it will be peddled to you so vigorously. Real freedom is not found in anything this world has to offer, no matter how shiny or nicely it is packaged. This world is a prison, and all it offers is dust. Remember that real freedom is found in only one thing, and that thing is a person, Jesus. Real freedom, that breaks the bonds of sin and brokenness, that redeems and restores our soul can’t be bought, only accepted by grace through faith in Jesus. Real freedom is freedom from needing titles and power, and intimately knowing the one with all the titles and power, and being loved by Him. In this holiday season, this prison all around us will be decorated and made to look glorious, but don’t be fooled. Remember where real freedom is found, look to the cross.

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July 30, 2012, 11:06 AM

Tolerance?


               Tolerance. Never before has a word gained popularity so quickly in our culture. Today everyone is expected to be tolerant of each other and their beliefs.  According to Wikipedia tolerance is, “a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward those whose opinions, practices, race, religion, nationality, etc., differ from one's own; freedom from bigotry.” We are told repeatedly that tolerance is the mark of our nation and us as a people. That in a melting pot country like ours where the minorities are quickly becoming the majorities we must promote and embrace this idea of tolerance in order to survive and grow. Indeed it must become our unifying cry as we learn to embrace, accept and become one people even if we believe differently. Truth be told that does not sound like a bad idea. People getting along, refusing to discriminate, learning to accept people for what they are…who would be against that?  The problem is we do not live in a nation where tolerance is actually practiced.

                If you have watched the news this last week you immediately thought of an event that showed the lack of tolerance in our nation. I am referring to the comments made by Chick-fil-A President and COO Dan Cathy in an interview he made with the Baptist Press. Here is what Cathy said regarding his companies support of traditional families.   "We are very much supportive of the family -- the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that. We operate as a family business ... our restaurants are typically led by families; some are single. We want to do anything we possibly can to strengthen families. We are very much committed to that." It was with these words that the storm of intolerance was unleashed.

                According to the media, Cathy was the intolerant one. Chick-fil-A and their COO were described as homophobic, bigoted, hate-mongers, hypocrites and any other assortment of names. The mayors of Boston, Chicago, San Francisco and Washington D.C. all stated that because of Cathy’s comments that they would oppose the expansion of any new Chick-fil-A stores in their cities. Bloggers ranted and raved about the hate-filled values that Cathy was throwing out and how backwards and close-minded he was. A traditional biblical marriage was mocked as one in which the woman was not allowed to speak, many wives and concubines were allowed, women who were not virgins were not considered worthy to be brides as Biblical verses were pulled out at random to point out that a biblical marriage is a horrible event to partake in.

                Sounds tolerant, does it not? I can definitely detect in the responses of these people, “a fair, objective and permissive attitude towards those opinions… practices…differ from their own.” Tolerance might be more clearly defined in our culture as, “My right to be correct in my thinking, and you having the right to think what I think or be labeled as bigoted and oppressive.” The very attitudes that Cathy is accused of having are on full display in the response of those who do not agree with his thinking. Not to mention the frightening implications of governmental leaders making policy decisions based on religious reasons in spite of the reality of the religion clauses in the first amendment in the constitution. We would do well to remember Thomas Jefferson’s letter to the Danbury Baptist Association in 1802, "Believing with you that religion is a matter which lies solely between Man and his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legitimate powers of government reach actions only, and not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should 'make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof,' thus building a wall of separation between Church and State."  As far as a traditional biblical marriage, it is hard to argue with people who randomly pick and choose verses at random from the Bible completely removing them from context and thus meaning. It is also hard to get someone to understand that the Bible is not a rulebook by which we use draconian measures to live by, but instead is a revelation of a living and loving God who out of that loved acted out towards humanity desiring to restore and redeem them into the relationship for which He created them, which will lead to their joy and His glory.

                If there really is any tolerance in our world it is found in God, although I believe most people would argue the exact opposite. The truth is that God is holy and righteous, and thus has standards that are so far removed from what we consider correct or appropriate, that many actually laugh at the notion that God would think or feel that way, and invariably come to the conclusion that they could not and will not believe in a God who, for example, is against homosexual marriage. They would argue that there is no way that a loving God could be against something that is who they are, and that if God cannot love them like they are then they do not want to have anything to do with a God like that. Here’s where we see the tolerance.

                In God’s eyes when He looks at humanity He does not see homosexuals and straight people, He simply sees one kind of people, sinners. From Adam and Eve until now we have all made choices and actions that have valued and treasured other things as more important than God, and as a result of that have fractured our very nature and our relationship with God. Indeed we have been convicted by our choices and actions and have been sentenced with separation from God ending in our death.  As time went on, we began to accept this broken status as normal, and began to value ourselves and creation more than God. God’s response to this was to allow us to go on with what we wanted, even though it led us away from Him and what we were created for. To see this in context, read Romans 1:18-32. The end result is that all of us were separated from God, homosexual and straight, Democrat and Republican, liberal and conservative.  In that moment, when we were all far from God and worshipping ourselves instead of Him, God loved us and acted to offer us the chance to be forgiven and restored to relationship with Him. So He sent Jesus His son to come and live the life we couldn’t live, and die the death that we were supposed to die, that we might be remade from sinners into God’s children. This happens not by our merit or actions, but by the grace of God alone. This is tolerance, that we were separated by God because of our sin, and God provided a way for us to be remade and restored to relationship with Him.

                So what does this mean for us today? That we align ourselves with God’s standards and holiness, even though we ourselves are not perfect. That we agree with God on what He says about things like marriage, while at the same time loving everyone the way God does. A true follower of Christ knows, loves and has relationships with all kinds of people especially those of different faiths, races, and sexual orientation while at the same time holding firm to the biblical standards God has laid out. We should be able to do this well because we are just like those people for we too are sinners, and we want for those people the grace and mercy that God so lavishly poured out on us. For us this is tolerance, that all have sinned, and all can be forgiven. Let us go and live this tolerance to all we encounter.



Comments

07-30-2012 at 12:24 PM
Beth
Amen Brother!! :)
07-30-2012 at 11:56 AM
Tricia
Thanks for bringing together a lot of random thoughts I haven't been able to corral. Been talking about God's patience in church, and & His unwillingness to anyone to perish, but all to come to repentance (2Peter 3:9). That's real tolerance of ALL our sinfulness. And I for one am very grateful. I would pray to be able to extend His grace onward to others, as He has been so overwhelmingly gracious to me.
07-30-2012 at 11:40 AM
Ed
Bravo! Live for HIM and and Love for HIM
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June 21, 2012, 3:30 PM

The Hound Of Heaven


As we've been examining Acts on Sunday mornings, I have been struck over and over by the reality of God's sovereign hand loving and leading His people although they could not see it or always understand where it led. How good God has been and how loving to care for us so, especially when we have a tendency to run from Him and forget that He is really what we long for that we look for in other things. As I worked on my sermon this week, which focused on the work of the Holy Spiirt in line with God's will, I was struck by the ridiculous life it seems so often I lead running from the Hound of heaven when in my heart of hearts what I desire most is to be caught by Him...

So with that in mind I have posted here the old poem "the Hound of Heaven"  by Francis Thompson which is about this very idea. It is very moving and meaningful to me, and if you can work your way through the older english, I hope it will move you as well, and make you appreciate again how great and deep God's awesome love is for you, and how He pursues you all the while, and that when He catches you it will end in your joy.

 

The Hound of Heaven

by Francis Thompson (1859-1907) 

 

 I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat—and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
'All things betray thee, who betrayest Me'.

I pleaded, outlaw-wise,
By many a hearted casement, curtained red,
Trellised with intertwining charities;
(For, though I knew His love Who followed,
Yet was I sore adread
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside.)
But, if one little casement parted wide,
The gust of His approach would clash it to:
Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.
Across the margent of the world I fled,
And troubled the gold gateway of the stars,
Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars;
Fretted to dulcet jars
And silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon.
I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon;
With thy young skiey blossom heap me over
From this tremendous Lover—
Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!
I tempted all His servitors, but to find
My own betrayal in their constancy,
In faith to Him their fickleness to me,
Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.
To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;
Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.
But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,
The long savannahs of the blue;
Or, whether, Thunder-driven,
They clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven,
Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet:—
Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Still with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
Came on the following Feet,
And a Voice above their beat—
'Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.'

I sought no more after that which I strayed
In face of man or maid;
But still within the little children's eyes
Seems something, something that replies,
They at least are for me, surely for me!
I turned me to them very wistfully;
But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair
With dawning answers there,
Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.
Come then, ye other children, Nature's—share
With me’ (said I) 'your delicate fellowship;
Let me greet you lip to lip,
Let me twine with you caresses,
Wantoning
With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses,
Banqueting
With her in her wind-walled palace,
Underneath her azured dais,
Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
From a chalice
Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring.’
So it was done:
I in their delicate fellowship was one—
Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies.
I knew all the swift importings
On the wilful face of skies;
I knew how the clouds arise
Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;
All that's born or dies
Rose and drooped with; made them shapers
Of mine own moods, or wailful divine;
With them joyed and was bereaven.
I was heavy with the even,
When she lit her glimmering tapers
Round the day's dead sanctities.
I laughed in the morning's eyes.
I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,
Heaven and I wept together,
And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine:
Against the red throb of its sunset-heart
I laid my own to beat,
And share commingling heat;
But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.
For ah! we know not what each other says,
These things and I; in sound I speak—
Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;
Let her, if she would owe me,
Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me
The breasts o’ her tenderness:
Never did any milk of hers once bless
My thirsting mouth.
Nigh and nigh draws the chase,
With unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;
And past those noisèd Feet
A voice comes yet more fleet
'Lo! naught contents thee, who content'st not Me.'

Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
My harness piece by piece Thou has hewn from me,
And smitten me to my knee;
I am defenceless utterly.
I slept, methinks, and woke,
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
I shook the pillaring hours
And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,
I stand amidst the dust o' the mounded years
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.
Yea, faileth now even dream
The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist
I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,
Are yielding; cords of all too weak account
For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.
Ah! is Thy love indeed
A weed, albeit an amarinthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah! must
Designer infinite!
Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?
My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver
Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
Such is; what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;
Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity;
Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then
Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again.
But not ere him who summoneth
I first have seen, enwound
With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;
His name I know and what his trumpet saith.
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields
Be dunged with rotten death?

Now of that long pursuit
Comes on at hand the bruit;
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:
'And is thy earth so marred,
Shattered in shard on shard?
Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!

'Strange, piteous, futile thing!
Wherefore should any set thee love apart?
Seeing none but I makes much of naught' (He said),
'And human love needs human meriting:
How hast thou merited
Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot?
Alack, thou knowest not
How little worthy of any love thou art!
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
Save Me, save only Me?
All which I took from thee I did but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
All which thy child's mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
Rise, clasp My hand, and come!'

Halts by me that footfall:
Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
'Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.'

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February 16, 2012, 8:46 AM

Refocusing


                Last night for our meeting time, instead of teaching we practiced worship. We are made to worship, and it helps to keep things in their correct perspective when we do. In other words, it makes me put my focus where it belongs, on God, and off where it doesn’t, on me alone. I truly believe one reason we struggle so much in our walk is that we have a lack of deep, intimate and real worship. We settle for a quick verse of the day and a couple of songs from KLove instead of consuming ourselves with the wonderful reality that is our God. Worship refocuses, renews, reawakens and revives us. We must practice this discipline more if we expect to see things correctly and find the joy we long for.

                So last night we all practiced worship in different ways, one of which was to try and write out what we feel about God and His love for us and what that means to us. There were some good reflections shared on this last night, unfortunately I didn’t get copies of any of them. So here’s what I wrote, just my reflections on my God.

                I have nothing, yet have everything. I am worthless, yet I am priceless. I am a traitor, yet I am beloved. I am unfaithful, yet I am righteous. I am blind, yet I see. All I am, all I have, all I know, all I will be is because of Jesus. There is no me without Him. Everything I know about life, love, faith, forgiveness is because He taught me when I did not care or love Him. Even my love for Him is not because I’m good, but because He took the initiative and loved me first. I worry about prestige when I already have the only title that matters, His…saved…forgiven…taken…redeemed. I am fixed, but not fully until he returns. So for now I see things darkly, the shifting shadows fool and entice me, my affections are easily swayed. Yet my position is not changed, so even in my weakness I am constantly pursued and wooed.  My Lord, my Master, my Love is fierce for me. A mighty warrior He tears down all obstacles I throw up and leads me to life. He is fearful and majestic and holy. The stars hold their breath when His brilliance passes them by. The sun bows down in winder and awe. The wind blows only to cover the earth with a sense of His presence. His holiness melts away everything…everything. He is justice unbridled, truth incarnate, righteousness revealed and none can stand His presence. There is nowhere to flee his correct wrath, but I do not run because I am guilty yet innocent. I am destroyed, yet I am redeemed. I am sinner, yet holy. This is too much for me, and I quake to even think on it. For You are so wonderful, and yet mindful of me. All glory is due You. If I were to sing Your praises the rest of my days, I will have yet to begun to describe Your boundaries. My heart runs from You yet I long for You. You do not complete me, You make me completely. From my beginning to end You have laid out my steps and numbered my days. There is nothing to me that is not Yours completely. Use me. Pour out from my voice Your love, truth, hope and faith. Teach me to be a witness. Fill me with Your Spirit and send me to Your people. My words ache to be Yours, to be filled with meaning and purpose. I AM YOURS. Remind me. Hem me in behind and before. Never let my heart wander from You my hope, my joy and meaning. Change my heart. Teach me to love You oh my God!

                How about you? Have you worshipped God intentionally lately? Why don’t you do it now?

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