I am trying so hard to validate this day in light of the cross. We are in such a busy tailspin right now and yet somehow, even in the midst of the storms of life, this week I have felt oddly at peace, somehow safely in the eye of the storm. Somehow, by God's graciousness, I have been keenly aware of this week in the oddest of times.
Like, tonight, in the drive-thru line, we were witness to the most spectacular sunset. Right there, among corn dogs, french fries, and cherry lime-aid, I had a gift from my Lord. A grand distinction from two thousand years ago, the darkest of days.
I am anxious.
I have been grieving His death.
I am ready for the morning.
Oh, come Lord, like a flood.
Let me celebrate the empty tomb.
Let me remember the power of the resurrection is here today, living and true.
Let me live the ransomed life.
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