“I Need Words” by David Crowder
Tuesday came this week, and I realized I had not blogged on Monday.
Now it’s Thursday and one of my grad school classes ends Saturday with 2 assignments due tomorrow and a final on Saturday with an essay for my other class due Saturday as well.
The marathon is a week away, and I’m furiously fundraising.
And then we got a call for a showing of our house tomorrow. While I’m at work. So I need to get everything in tiptop shape tonight.
I had hoped to blog.
But my world is currently imploding on me.
The move is creeping up on us, and there is much to be done.
So much is uncertain, and many days I feel as if Isaiah is talking directly to me, in my fears, my doubts, my sin, my turning to other “gods” for support and sustenance.
God is so patient with us, as a friend said last night.
I just feel like an unfaithful bride.
Thanks for your patience with me, my faithful readers.
“The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing.” Psalm 34:10
Deuteronomy 7:6 “‘For you are a people holy to the LORD your God. The LORD your God has chosen you out of all the peoples on the face of the earth to be his people, his treasured possession. 7 The LORD did not set his affection on you and choose you because you were more numerous than other peoples [or because you were a consistent blog writer, runner, minister, wife, daughter, mother]…. 8 But it was because the LORD loved you and kept the oath he swore to your forefathers that he brought you out with a mighty hand and redeemed you from the land of slavery…. 9 Know therefore that the LORD your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands.'”
You are his treasured possession,
his object of affection.
Patience comes easy when you are so passionately for someone.
He is patient with us because he is so passionately for us. His patience is an effortless given, a passing note whose sound is drowned out by the self he cannot disown: overpowering, fathomlessly abundant love.
Because of who he is he loves us because of who we are.