Since this blog page is pink,
I get to be a little hormonal today.
Pinkandfortysomething I am,
so I’m exerting my emotionallness.
I’m been emotional lately.
Not because I’m a basketcase
(been there, done that).
But I’ve found tears naturally flowing
as I process the overwhelming love
as I process the overwhelming love
of my Savior
who redeems and restores.
I guess I’m like the woman
with the alabaster jar
with the alabaster jar
who sat at Jesus’ feet,
silently wiping his feet
silently wiping his feet
As God has moved
in big ways,
little ways
in big ways,
little ways
overwhelming ways
both personally
and in lives around me,
both personally
and in lives around me,
I find myself weeping with joy
in quiet moments,
in quiet moments,
seeing the fullness of God working
in lives that have been broken,
seeing Him answer prayers
where He seemed silent
for so long.
seeing Him answer prayers
where He seemed silent
for so long.
Oh, what a mighty God we serve.
Some people view tears as a weakness.
There was a time in my life
where I cried often
where I cried often
out of grief and depression.
Those are hard, dark tears of sorrow.
There were times where
I cried tears
out of anger, frustration
and hurt.
Have you had tears like those?
There were times where
I cried tears
out of anger, frustration
and hurt.
Have you had tears like those?
God does not shame those tears,
he keeps them in a bottle,
seeing every one of them
seeing every one of them
What a great God we have,
His Spirit meeting our spirit
expressing our greatest joys
and sorrows
and sorrows
keeping record of them,
Not dismissing them
or considering them foolish.
or considering them foolish.
So if you talk to me these days
and I well up with tears,
and I well up with tears,
don’t discount me as a fool.
They are tears inadequately expressing awe
of the greatness of a God
and a Son, and a Spirit whose love
cannot be measured in words
Tears of seeing livesrestored and redeemed,
Tears of humility receiving
the immeasurable grace,
love,
and mercy
love,
and mercy
of a living God and Savior.
They are tears of joy.
Pure and simple.
Pure and simple.
I can’t express my love of God enough.
If I could sing,
I would sing over and over again
I would sing over and over again
But since I can’t,
(good deal for you)
I’ll just write
simple words
(good deal for you)
I’ll just write
simple words
How Great is our God
He is real.
He redeems.
He restores
He beautifies the ugly
He repays the years the locusts have eaten
He forgives the dirtiest of sins
He gives new life
He protects, provides.
He strengthens
He reaches down into the pit
He cleanses
He clothes
He leads….
Words just can’t express
the majesty of the Living God.
So I will quit trying
May you join me whether in tears,
song, prayer, or words
sharing with Him,
and others
the majesty and grace
of Messiah,
Christ,
of Messiah,
Christ,
the Son of the Living God.
Amen.
Come, Lord Jesus.
Come, Lord Jesus.
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