Jesus, The Prince of Peace, painting by child prodigy Akiane Kramarik
It has been almost two weeks that I have been consumed with thoughts of God's glory. C.S. Lewis' sermon, titled The Weight of Glory, was a jumping off place that has led me on a quite a journey. Jesus has spoken to my heart in so many ways about, for lack of better words, the joy of nothingness. I am a pauper in this world. All the time, gifts, talents and treasures at my disposal are really held in God's hands. They slip mercifully and graciously to me through my Father's hands without my ever being aware of the provision 24/7~365. He does the same for every child on the planet, whether they be a friend or enemy of His. It matters not. One thing is for sure, all provision is coming directly from a loving Father's hands. Oh, the revelation of His patience, goodness, kindness, mercy and grace has been almost too much for this often selfish and perpetually trivial child. But that is not who the Father of Glory says I am. He says I am His beloved, brought into the world for such a time as this. Whoa. This post by Ann today sliced into my already tender heart like shards of glass- each sentence going a little deeper than the last. The pain I felt reading her post was a sweet reminder that bleeding love for the least, the lost, the broken and the dying is a beautiful place of communion with our Lord. It is the place where His true glory, might and power is revealed through us and where the hope of the world will be known at such a time as this. May God be glorified in what He pours through your life and mine today. Peace & love. ~L
