I've been meaning to post this blog for a few months now. This is from my journal while we were back in China, but its something that I have been reflecting on for the past few weeks.
Journal Entry 10.29.2011 Jiazou, China
Lord Jesus, You know my heart because You created it. The rights to it are Yours and Yours alone.
You know that my favorite quiet coffee mornings are at the mountain house in the summers. The sun is just beginning to rise, there’s just enough chill in the air to need a sweatshirt, the fog is lifting and the dew is settled on the grass. Dad is sitting just a few feet down from me on the porch listening to music and reading, Mom is just inside because it’s still a little cold for her, and Laura is only a few hours into her night’s sleep. My coffee is warm, my bible is in my lap and my eyes are fixed on the hues of orange and pink warming the mountainous horizon.
You know that my second favorite quiet coffee mornings are, surprisingly, at home. It’s still a bit dark, the smell of breakfast frying in the kitchen wafts into my room, and I can hear the sound of Dad’s music from the den. Mom is in the kitchen in her bathrobe and socks and has already poured my coffee for me. Laura has only just fallen asleep and the glow of the Christmas tree turns the living room a soft, inviting pink. Christmas music plays softly in my ears and my heart is warmed.
So, here I sit in trying to have a quiet coffee morning…in China. The skies are cloudy, there are at least 9 other people already buzzing around our small apartment, and my coffee is already cold. The cat is loud and this moment is anything but quiet and serene.
But GOD, You are here.
Just like in the mountains or at home, You, my God meet me here.
Not defined by my circumstances, not wavered by my selfishness, not deterred by me, my God comes. My surroundings do not dictate how He chooses to move and speak into my life.
It is the posture of my heart the either invites Him in to this moment or leaves Him just outside the threshold of my heart.
So in this moment, Jesus, I say COME.
Have Your way in me. Come in and move mountains.
Come in and speak peace, unwavering peace.
Speak like, hope, freedom. Breathe resurrection into my lungs.
Come in and break chains.
Come in and let me be still and know.
In this moment, I choose You. I choose in. My heart bows before You.
Today, Jesus, may the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in your sight, oh Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
[Psalm 19:14]
