I keep trying to absorb into my heart as the ink soaks into the page, the inexplicably merciful providences of this God who claims me as His daughter--This God who so generously orchestrated events as to place me in the path of a handful of the 7,000 who have not bowed the knee to Baal.
I think back to the past few days, back to when I saw God's indescribably beautiful heart reflected in the lives of complete strangers.
And here is where pen stills, words fall short.
That He would so markedly reveal His purity and love through frail men and women? That He would take the dust of the earth, hardened hearts, and transform them to where their love for Jesus and those He died to save is unmistakably etched into their very person and where the weight of the world has no hold on them? That He can so captivate their hearts that they in turn can't help but selflessly seek out the hurting and fight for those held captive to sin? ...
O for athousand tongues...
These humble souls, they have stirred in my soul a deeper hungering for more of Jesus. For if they are but a mere reflection of the One they love, how is it that I ever want to look anywhere other than into His face?
One day soon I will get to see the longsuffering and compassionate Savior, who can so beautifully transform a soul, face to face. With no veil between.
What a day that will be.
May Christ be all I see.
"One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to enquire in his temple."