but let him who boasts boast in this, that he understands and knows me, that I am the LORD who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth. For in these things I delight, declares the LORD. (Jeremiah 9:24)
You are the One I fix my eyes on. Yes, again and again.
You fill me up,
You breathe life into me.
You are never far from me,
You are always with me.
There is just no one like You.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
You have the words of eternal life.
John 6
68 Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, 69 and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.”
So I was, once again, faced with my own wretchedness. The painful realisation of how I had unconsciously judged, doused another with well-meaning, ill-timed words.
To amplify that further, it was also the sense of shame. The knowing that I had failed.
Yet, in the knowing that I am wretched, there is hope.
Because there is a Holy God, who is totally other than, totally nothing like me. Because He is creator and I am created. Because He is love, nailed on the Cross for my redemption. Because He knows what I am made of, is not unaware of the dark waves that hit out at me. He was here on this earth, He met with the darkness.
And He triumphed. In no way that I can, because He is God.
In Him, I put my trust. There is no way I can turn away from Him, even when I have to acknowledge my sin. Because He is merciful. He has the words of eternal life which strengthen me again.
And I am redeemed.
68 Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, 69 and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.”
So I was, once again, faced with my own wretchedness. The painful realisation of how I had unconsciously judged, doused another with well-meaning, ill-timed words.
To amplify that further, it was also the sense of shame. The knowing that I had failed.
Yet, in the knowing that I am wretched, there is hope.
Because there is a Holy God, who is totally other than, totally nothing like me. Because He is creator and I am created. Because He is love, nailed on the Cross for my redemption. Because He knows what I am made of, is not unaware of the dark waves that hit out at me. He was here on this earth, He met with the darkness.
And He triumphed. In no way that I can, because He is God.
In Him, I put my trust. There is no way I can turn away from Him, even when I have to acknowledge my sin. Because He is merciful. He has the words of eternal life which strengthen me again.
And I am redeemed.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
It's Wednesday.
So if anything that being sick in the last 5 days has taught me, I feel like it is not to take my health for granted. I really have to take care of my health because I want to be a part of my Father's business. Yet, at the same time, this period of being at home hasn't been without blessing.
I have had some small opportunities to be in the midst of my parents' conversations, listening and thinking.
I have had some time to be in God's word, a habit which has been ploughed over by the incessant cry of work.
I have had some time to pray, when my world went a little more woozy under medication and I could not concentrate on work brought home.
I have had some time to realise again how I am still afraid of people's judgement of me based on the work I do and then, the need to come to the truth that God values me because He made me.
Still, I'm not quite sure how much it is divine appointment that I am home and open to these times at this point, but I am reminded that I am mortal, my life is a mere handbreadth before the Ancient of Days, but He cares for me.
So shouldn't I care for my health too?
Psalm 90:12 Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
I have had some small opportunities to be in the midst of my parents' conversations, listening and thinking.
I have had some time to be in God's word, a habit which has been ploughed over by the incessant cry of work.
I have had some time to pray, when my world went a little more woozy under medication and I could not concentrate on work brought home.
I have had some time to realise again how I am still afraid of people's judgement of me based on the work I do and then, the need to come to the truth that God values me because He made me.
Still, I'm not quite sure how much it is divine appointment that I am home and open to these times at this point, but I am reminded that I am mortal, my life is a mere handbreadth before the Ancient of Days, but He cares for me.
So shouldn't I care for my health too?
Psalm 90:12 Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
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