Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift! 2 Corinthians 9:15

Paul said that. A man who wrote most of the New Testament, who taught and preached daily, who had great knowledge and wisdom, and he said “the gift” was indescribable. He knew from experience how great that grace was. He had ridiculed, hurt, killed many before he was made blind so that he might truly see. I wonder how many times he was haunted by is past; how many times he had to fight the battles of the mind in order to engage in the passion of his heart?

I have recently caught a glimpse of what was…not even a time before I knew Christ…no, it was after years of knowing and loving Him…and I am broken and ashamed once more.  I am brought low and the place is Pain and I feel it deep. The clouds cover the sun outside, and I feel it an appropriate vision of what is within.

But I know…I know…I know Whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day!

I know that He is faithful and just…to…FORGIVE.

I know that His mercies are new this morning…and the sun will come…because Greater is He in me…

I know the miracle of healing will happen because…eucharisteo…always…precedes…the miracle!

I know, because of…

feeling hunger for food…reminding me of my hunger for Him; sitting with Aaron on my bed in the morning; watching my boys “learn” to ride a bike in one day; swinging with kids on my lap; saying “Hi” to our neighbors; the lavender buds are very “pregnant”; watching Hannah have fun with and reach for Grandma; Colossians 1:21-22; Saturday night services; steam rising off of hot water; little boy feet; Saturday mornings; cards games; tickling; sunshine; bed-head pictures; coffee in Spring-time cups; daffodils in vases; steam rising off of pancakes; a funny husband; toes in flip-flops; good music; a few moments with only candlelight; a dusting of snow; kneeling with Nathan; power back on; a return to rhythms  #226-252