in His grip

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I begin truly living when God is the one writing my story.

Sounds like the opposite of what logically makes sense, but its so true.

When God writes our story, His love comes shining through.

Our part is to make sure we are in His hands, He does all the rest.

Again, sounds too easy, but that is where the battle truly is…
in letting go of our deep rooted desire to control & allow God to take the reins.

For who better to write our story than the One who not only created us, but reigns forever over all?!

The fact that He came to us & rescued us from ourselves is awesome enough, but the fact He wants to partner with us through every moment of our lives?

Breathtaking.

When we sit in the driver’s seat, we tend to only see two ways….what is behind, and what is directly ahead.  We don’t tend to be as aware of the passengers on the journey with us unless they make a lot of noise, or are our Beloved.

When God sits in the driver’s seat, He sees everything all at once:
where to avoid the pitfalls & obstacles ahead, what He has gotten us through, who we are to have alongside us for the next step of our travels, and speaks to us to love & guide us as we use our gifts & love for His glory. All at the same time.

Only One beyond time can see it all.

Only the One who orchestrated it all deserves to be the conductor in our lives.

Only the One who scripted our love story from its inception deserves to write the love letter He is making in each of His Beloved’s lives.

Mother Theresa understood it wasn’t about the gifts we offer back to Him. It’s all about the God who has us lovingly in His grip, revealing His love to the world through our willing obedience & submission to His ways before all.

Somehow in His grip, we become way more than we could ever hope or imagine, because the One is who is so magnificent is moving within us beyond our comprehension in the moment.

His story, written on willing lives in the ink of true Love, will never fade…and miraculously becomes our story too as He writes it.

May we lay down our desire to be in control, and allow the One who makes all things new to write His love in our hearts so deeply the overflow draws those around us to meet the Author of their story!

Sunday Psalm: Love Letter to my Abba

Abba,
Father God,
I am humbled at the thought
of Your great love for me.
My every tear is collected
by You,
my every thought known to You.
If it matters to me,
You remind me
over & over
that it matters to You,
because I do.
Every hair on my head,
(even those I don’t like to acknowledge
that have migrated elsewhere)
is counted by You.
My comings & goings,
my hopes & dreams,
my hurts & wonders,
my heart & Spirit,
all known by You,
my Father.

You loved me
even before I knew I was loved.
You not only designed me
in the secret place of Your love,
You sat on Your porch
ever keeping an eye out
for my return to Your home.
The prodigal daughter
humbling herself
before Her Father.

You are not only my Father,
the formal official title
which makes me Your heir
and officially part of Your family.

You are also my dad.
You hang out with me,
cheering me on,
holding my hand
when times are hard,
telling me how much You love me
when I need to hear it most.

My Abba,
without You
I would be so alone.
I wouldn’t know where I belonged,
I would be hopeless, helpless
and still in the mess
I was in when You adopted me
making me Your own.

You not only love me,
but like the best Fathers
You not only speak Your love
but show it to me often.
The other gifts You give me
pale beside Your Presence,
always with me.

You are my forever Father.
I delight in being Your daughter,
Abba, always.
May I never let go of the safety of Your grip, nor miss the glow of love in Your eyes when You look my way.

#SundayPsalm

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