These days have found me praying with my children over lost stuffed animals and substitute teachers and help with end of semester tests; while in my own prayer closet i’m beating my breast over broken marriages, sudden deaths, mysterious illnesses, and that despite all the wickedness in the world my love would not grow cold. (matt 24) I tell my children that the One who placed each star in its place and set the earth to spinning knows the hairs on their heads and cares about the big and little things. the words spill out of my mouth and my doubting heart listens.
sometimes you need to preach to your heart rather than listen to it.
and so as i’m preaching truth to myself these days and keeping my eyes pealed for Wonder at this One who names those stars, words spoken long ago slip into the recesses of my mind and begin to do their work….
Look at the sky, can you grasp its height? Can you fathom its depth? its length? its width? That is how much your Father loves you.
For this reason I bow my knees to the Father….
That He would grant us, according to the riches of His glory
To be strengthened, with might through His Spirit
In the inner man….
Being rooted and grounded
May be able to comprehend
With all the Saints
what is the
of our Star Maker’s Love
and to know
this love of Christ
in the depths of our very souls
To draw further in: Matthew 24; Ephesians 3
*not an exact quote, i think i loaned my book out so this is from memory.