(If you all only knew the amount of unpublished draft posts I have on this blog right now.)

Do you ever have times where things (everything, seemingly!) are just too precious and close to your heart to share? That’s what’s been going on with me lately, and I’m not complaining about it. I love these precious times more than anything else. These precious times of growing closer to the Lord and seeing Him more and more. 

Sometimes I’m so overwhelmed with who the Lord is. I catch the smallest glimmer of His greatness and I’m speechless in awe. And then I see a little more. And then I see a little more. And I never want to stop gazing at Him–even though it is merely the smallest portion of the hem of His garment that I’ve even glimpsed so far. What beauty, majesty, radiance, and truth there is! My little human mind is not capable of comprehension in this regard.

My little sister was with me in the office the other day, and we were discussing the reading of the Bible. She asked how many times I’ve read the whole Bible, and after I told her, she asked another question:

“So, do you know everything there is to know about God and the Bible?”

I laughed as tears of joy filled my eyes.

“No, sweet one,” I said, “there is no end to what we can know of Him! That is the beauty of it all! I could spend every single moment for the rest of my life, and for a thousand years after that, in deep study of who God is and intimately in His presence, and still I would never know all of Him. What blessedness is ours!”

She looked slightly doubtful at such wild statements, but . . . grinned and continued playing.

Have you seen Him? Have you caught a vision of the Master Savior? It’s captivating like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. 

Do you know Him?

There’s been some fairly serious revamping of my life lately because of what I’ve recently been seeing and learning of God. When you see Him, your life doesn’t stay the same, and for that I am unendingly grateful. 

Some of the changes taking place are easy and comfortable. Some of them are quite the opposite. But it is all for Him and His renown . . . and when I think in those terms? The things of earth grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.

He is worthy.

These words are so trite, but I realized the other day that, when talking about the great King of kings, mere human words will always be trite and cliche. He is the King of kings, after all, and is completely outside the realm of human language to describe. 

What beautiful words and languages there must be in Heaven to use to worship and describe Him! …because my ordinary English sure falls majorly short.


Finding Beauty

What are you thankful for today? I know everyone asks that during this time of year, but . . . I truly want to know what you are thankful for–think of something out of the ordinary, perhaps.

Today, I am grateful for the beautiful things in my life. I’ve realized that I haven’t had a true perception of beauty, though. When one looks through only the physical eyes, beauty means one thing. But, when making use of the spiritual eyes, beauty takes on a whole new meaning.

I see beauty in that which drives me to the feet of my Jesus. And this means that I find beauty in many different aspects of life.

An early morning sunrise when the fog is down low over the fields and the bursts of light are glistening off the dew-drenched branches peeking up out of the fog. I cannot gaze on such beauty without wanting to drop all of the worldly cares we must deal with and simply bask in the light of my Saviour.

My parents, my fellow staff members, the students I have the privilege of working with, and my few closest friends–I am in awe of the caliber of people I am surrounded by every single day. I have the honor of gazing each day on the face of God in those around me. I am daily convicted, inspired, challenged, and spurred onto seeking HIM with a greater passion, and pursuing an ever more intimate relationship with Him. This is beautiful.

Snowflakes falling. Slowly. Quietly. The world grows quiet in the cold winter night as the snow falls, sprinkling the light of a nearby street lamp with flickers of white. I absolutely love nights like this one–I feel the presence of God so closely around me as the cold and snow drives me indoors to sit by a window, gazing outside, curled in my down comforter to talk with the Creator of this beauty.

Pain. The physical pain I have had for the past few years seems a strange thing to be thankful for or find beauty in. But God has brought me to a place where I can honestly say that I am thankful for it, and I do find beauty in the midst of pain. Being in pain has driven me to the feet of my King with the knowledge that I cannot make it through even one day without His strength. To me, this utter need for my God is beautiful.

The opportunity and command to share about my Jesus, invest in, and wash the feet of those around me. I am and have nothing . . . it is Christ in me who strengthens, guides, gives clarity, and has full access to use my lips to speak His words, use my feet to take His gospel to the world, use my hands to serve and bring Him glory. When I realize this is what God has called me to, I am humbled beyond words. I can do nothing but fall on my knees before Him and say “I am weak . . . be my Strength!” That which drives me to my knees before the King, makes me see my own unworthiness, and know that I am nothing apart from Him is beautiful, and I am forever thankful for those things which drive me to utter dependency on God!

These are just a few aspects of life in which I find utter beauty and, in response, I cling ever tighter to my Saviour. Words cannot express how thankful I am . . .