But let all who take refuge in You be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love Your name may rejoice in You. Psalm 5:11 (NIV)
But you’ll welcome us with open arms when we run for cover to you. Let the party last all night! Stand guard over our celebration. You are famous, God, for welcoming God-seekers, for decking us out in delight. Psalm 5:11 (MSG)
Sovereign power, authority, dignity. Grace. Special favor. Gifted. Beloved. Treasured. The cruel humility of the cross, naked, beaten, broken, bloodied. To purchase righteous garments for me. Glorious day!
What is wisdom? Knowing that He knows all, controls all. How imperfectly I see His perfection. Only in my lowest can I see His heights. Limits swirl around me. He knows no bounds. May my suffering bring me ever closer to His loving heart. His light shines the brightest when my world seems the darkest.
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him Who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:9
Hand-picked by the Creator of the universe. Given the crown of royalty. The apple of His eye. All for the purpose of praising Him. Created to worship. Why? Because He called to us in our graves. He spoke my name. He beckoned my heart. He drew my spirit to His own. Into His glorious Presence. Hallelujah!
Waiting. All the while knowing that on the horizon a tempest approaches. How to prepare? Chaotic thoughts swirling through the anxious corners of the brain. The need for calm is utmost for precaution. Examining all the possibilities. Not knowing the outcome. Millions are fleeing. Long lines. Dead-stopped traffic. Empty shelves. Exactly as God wants us to come to Him. Desperate, anxious, empty. Knowing that He is the only way out. Split-second, unexplainable, incomprehensible peace. He gives, He takes away. I will praise Him in the storm. And more so knowing the storm is approaching.
Unresolved conflict. The churning within that promotes seething. The bile of bitterness welling up to choke off words. The cancer that eats away the softness of the heart and leaves stone in its place. Seek humility. Seek the face of Grace. When our own need of Him is seen, we suddenly look at others with more forgiving eyes. How could I not forgive while He so readily forgives me? This doesn’t make what the other person did right. It makes me right with God. Leave the judgment in the hands of the Divine Judge.
The fear of the Lord. It begins. Awe. Reverence. Worship. Not a cringing, cowering, don’t-strike-me-down fear. Holy hands lifted high, knees bowed down in adoration. Totally surrendered. Head over heels in love. Jumping with joy because there’s just no stopping you. Heaven on earth.