Maybe the hardest thing about being with God, is dealing with his unfailing love.
Imagine trying to love someone whose love is always one huge leap bigger than yours.
Who wants the very best and biggest thing for you. But wants you to choose it.
That is the love of God in a nutshell. It is this huge graceful, merciful, blesses when your cursing kind of love that goes above and beyond what mere mortals can imagine.
Our Jericho's were demolished long ago as an offering to God.
That's his grace and mercy, but can we raise the battle cry and go straight into them once the wall has fallen? I believe even the wall has fallen, and I'm still marching around Jericho, waiting for the priest's trumpets and God's calling.
His love has sustained me, and in the midst of my failures he blesses and blesses and blesses again. God it's so infuriating!
God is definitely at work. I let someone down a few days ago, and ran into them at the super market, and their story was one of Grace as to how God helped them through the situation and healed it. I spoke to one of my closest friends and we realized how much we both have grown and how much we can learn and share from each others lives. God helped me complete a project I thought would never get approved or go anywhere, and in the midst of it he gave me his rest, a new means to worship him, a new focus for ministry.
It's not that my sins and moods have changed, it's not that I found a secret three part formula, it's not that I have anything to do with any of it. He gives and gives and gives again. I find it infuriating sometimes.
Even today he blessed me by making me ask a friend to go for a jog with me, and he happens to be free and we meet up and have an epic jog and talk about the things going on in our lives and where ministry can go from here.
And this is what is so challenging about the love of God.
IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.
I have no power to make him love me any less.
I can't imagine hi loving me anymore.
I pray for him to bless my father he blesses my father.
I Pray for him to help me with my fears he gives me someone to talk to, who opens by talking about his fears.
I pray for my friend who is going through a hard time, he helps them.
I would like to believe it is because I prayed, but no!
It's because he loves.
He blessed me with teaching, even broke through my wall of cynical to get the message through.
He stays the same.
His love doesn't change.
It has nothing to do with me.
It's not coincidence.
It's not a self fulfilling prophecy.
It's grace when people hurt you,
And mercy when you fail.
It's holding when your lonely,
And sending you a brother.
It's taking your mess ups,
And making them beautiful.
His love, makes mess ups,
Beautiful.
His love makes me beautiful,
I'm not angry with his love.
I'm angry with being beautiful.
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