Often, the struggle far outweighs the faith. I wrestle with God.
Usually, it's when I'm at this hard place, in the midst of the fight, that He offers the strongest glimpses of Himself.
Grace, that's what it is. Grace, that He would love me enough to woo me back into His presence.
Last Friday, I did some wrestling with God. Angry, bitter and confused. The boil of unbelief was festering into a wretched, sickening wound. And I was weeping and wailing and (yes) wrestling. Until I walked outside and saw this:
And this:
And this:
The world all around had a golden cast. It was glowing.
The sky was positively radiant. It was breathtaking.
And I was stunned. Awed by a glimpse, given by grace.
The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the works of His hands. Psalm 19: 1
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Thank you. I needed to remember.
isn't it amazing how creation sings His grace? i was feeling similarly down, and then i drove a bit on the natchez trace in missippi and was taken aback by the Lord's goodness.
In the words of Sarah Mclachland...sweet surrender.
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