After arriving in Nicaragua, I couldn’t find peace. I was restless; I wanted more. I wanted to see Jesus, I wanted to bring Jesus to a place He’d never been. Yet, I was hopeless – we had been in Nicaragua for two days, and I was antsy to leave.

I was asking God to steady my heart. To fill me up. I chose to turn on my Jesus Favorites music playlist so I could soak in His presence, and “God of This City,” came on… the theme song of my race. But this time I heard it differently. Instead of hearing God of this city, I heard – God of my every step, God of each flower, God of each speck of dust. God’s not just the God of this city, every city, but He is the God of ALL THINGS. I couldn’t help but begin to write, to speak out the truth that He was pouring in.

 

You Are.

 

Wherever I step,

wherever I look,

You are there.

You made each thing,

each thing is perfect.

You are love

to the unloved.

You are joy

to the mourning.

You are hope

to the hopeless.

You are the Great I Am.

You are.

 

My flesh sees chaos,

You see stillness.

My flesh sees my failures,

You see successes,

You see joy.

You made me,

Rather than seeing

my big hands,

my big forehead,

my ugliness,

You see grace.

You see freedom.

You see a beautiful

daughter who is created

in Your image.

You are.

 

Each rock,

each flower,

each cloud,

each annoying insect,

You see beauty.

You are the Creator.

You are in all

that my eyes see.

No matter which way I face –

up, down,

right, left – wherever.

I see you, my artist.

You are.

 

You are more than

a $1,000,000,000 painting.

You are more than the architecture,

You are more than the artist

we see on paper

I see your canvas, Earth,

everywhere I step.

You chose to place Me on your canvas.

You are.

 

You see beauty,

when I see dust.

You see freedom,

when I see a beggar.

You see a friend,

You see family,

when I see an enemy.

You are indescribable.

You are. 

 

Yet,

You love a beggar like me.

You chose me.

You choose me.

You are not worthy of my love,

I can’t give you enough.

You are worth more than

the words available.

You are a Majestic Creator.

You are.