Found in my journal from months ago, this week I couldn’t help reflect on the pattern that I’ve seen in my life so many instances of relentless love as a response to incessant rebellion. Or brokenness. Or leaning on untruth. Love and love and love as a response to my most human traits.
MY FATHER!
He leads me to still waters,
Although I jump in aching to drown
He is suddenly a raft-
I turn green pastures black with hatred
He turns them white
With cold pure breath
HE PROMISED ME HEAVEN
WHEN I SOUGHT HELL
Down in the valley,
Where He stayed despite my protests.
He prepares me a table-
I respond with
Breaking dishes
MY FATHER!
HE DOES NOT GROW WEARY!
HIS MERCIES ARE NEW EVERY MORNING!
GOD THE WITNESS OF MY
SELF SABOTAGE
GIVES ME LODGING IN THE SWEETNESS OF THE SPIRIT!
GOD THE SHEPHERD/THE NAVIGATOR/ MOST HOLY/HIGH
Blesses me with comfort-
When I deserve death
Goodness and mercy followed me until I needed rest and slowed,
And surely will the next time I run.
Psalm 23 &
Lamentations 3:22
The steadfast love of the LORD never
ceases;
His mercies never come to an end;
They are new every morning;
Great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
