None of us can do one hundred things to the glory of God. Let’s find rest in His will and do a few things well. ~Beth Moore
Standing in the congregation this morning, I sing and the words wrap around my soul, lifting me close to holiness. But, not for one minute do I feel holy. I worship and wonder how I, this one sinner, in a state of continual transformation, can walk right up to His holiness, unashamed. Sainthood is reserved for sinners, who after being cured from their spiritual blindness, continue to see, and seek His vision. He does not hide truth, yet we busy ourselves blind, don’t we?
And I wonder, are we willing? Am I willing to be nothing, in order that He alone be glorified? Am I willing to un-see, even now, let Him show me my blind spots, free me from that which I can’t see clearly, that I see Him better…right now?
This sojourner carries too much baggage for the journey, and how can a soul rest while carrying unnecessary luggage?
He has a plan and in my impatience, instead of sitting before Him, I fool myself into thinking doing something…anything, is the best thing.
How many times do I hop on the hampster wheel, spinning nowhere, when all the while my soul longs for rest? Literally and figuratively.
I’m allowing Him to slow me down.
I’ll not seize the day if it means forfeiting that which is unseen but eternal.
I’ll go slow…I don’t want to miss Him. I might need to say no to some, and yes to others. But, the first yes I say, needs to be to the One I call Master. Because that to which I bow down first will be that which masters me all day. I want to choose well, knowing there are consequences. I want to slow down, recognizing I won’t be this way again. This moment, is history in a blink. It’s worth the pause.
God never meant for us to live frenzied lives. Backbreaking schedules are not His idea. How can we, believers in Christ, restructure our lives and find a little refreshment? ~Beth Moore
At The Cross
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His soul in anguish stood.
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
’Tis all that I can do.
by Isaac Watts/ Ralph E. Hudson
Joining with Bonnie for some Soul Rest Sunday. We are on the brink of a new week, let’s linger and let God renew us.