The Warmth of the Son

Fat robins perch on branches where they chirp and join chorus with sparrows, flitting from fence to tree and stem to bush. Green leaves unfurl from budded sleep and morning dawns, the first day of a new week. Daffodil trumpets burst forth swaying in the breeze while tulips shoot forth in colourful array. Such splendor, quiet magnificence, earthly beauty created for us to enjoy and marvel at our creator.

Oh our thoughts Lord, are sometimes in such contrast to the beauty of this day. We get stuck in the miry clay. We see our lack, the consequence of our sin. We see our failings and get stuck there. Oh Lord, we serve You at times with broken and worn out tools. Is a heart of desire enough, Lord?

Seeking, longing, and waiting.

With David, we call out:

Out of the depths I have cried to Thee, O Lord. Lord hear my voice! Let Thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications. If Thou O Lord, shouldst mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand? But there is forgiveness with Thee, That Thou mayest be feared.

I wait for the Lord, my soul does wait, And in His word do I hope. My soul waits for the Lord. More than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning. O Israel, hope in the Lord; For with the Lord there is lovingkindness, And with Him there is abundant redemption. Psalm 130: 1-7 NASV


Hoping, trusting, believing. Waiting on the Lord. Finding humility of heart, exchanging our sorrows for His joy. Drawing on His strength. We serve anyway. We let go. Carpe Diem. Seize the day.

Look, see the blue sky, clouds scudding in the wind. The day is bright. Feel the warmth of the sun...the warmth of His son.
His mercy washes anew, His grace falls like rain. His truths renew hope and purpose. We serve with a smile today. We offer a sacrifice of praise. We offer all we are to Him. What will He do through us today?

Let's wait...expectantly

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Susan said…
What will he do through us today?.. Let's wait.

Powerful words in this upside down Kingdom.
7:23 AM
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