Reflections on the Lord

I.

I will always want.

Want for a bigger house.

Want for a nice car.

Want to travel to far-off places.

Want to achieve greater things.

But only one want is essential.

Want to be content in You, Lord.

II.

I have such lofty dreams that some seem unattainable.

But lofty as they may seem, all these pale in comparison to the dream God has for me.

III.

Shall I get upset with the Lord for not giving me what I have been praying for?  Shall I count the good I’ve done in His name?  Shall I pull-out my score card for Him to remember?

Heaven forbid!  Remove the scales from my eyes that I may see Your ever-present goodness.  Pierce my heart and deflate my pride that has taken root.  Let Your truth shine in the darkest corners of my mind that I may fathom even a fraction of Your great love for me.

IV.

I struggle because I have been yearning for an ordinary life — a life of simplicity  and tranquility.  But not an ordinary life does the Lord give me.   A life of heartbreaks, difficult people, series of struggles and doubt has been my lot.  An extra-ordinary life!  And I wonder why.

Perhaps — perhaps, that I may experience His extra-ordinary peace that encompasses all understanding.  Perhaps, that I may be a channel of His extra-ordinary grace to minister to people.  Perhaps, to gain wisdom. And perhaps, to experience Him lift me up when I grow weary.

Growing Old

Let me grow like a tree with branches spreading wide and high,

Planted in the Lord’s garden, tended and spruced by the Most High.

Summer or frost, burned by the sun and buried by snow,

With autumn’s winds blowing my jewels low.

Nothing to fret and anxious for none, for the Lord’s promises surely does come.

Spring bursts from ancient boughs, laden with blessing for the fold.

Not time, heat, snow or wind could wither this tree,

Nor stop God’s goodness and faithfulness to reign free.

A Day With the Lord

Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears our burdens, the God who is our salvation.  — Psalms 68:19

Morning breaks and darkness flees.  His mercy pours in, flooding the heart with grace.  Just like the light that fills the room, soft, tender and growing brighter and stronger.  Let Jesus’ strength stretch your bones and muscles.  Let His courage lift you out of bed and into the day’s roaring tide.  Lift your arms and surrender to the Creator who knows every beat of your heart.  Surrender and let His words clean you, let His truths clothe and arm you.

Face the day with joy, enter life overflowing with His peace, the peace that is given only to His trusting, obedient children.  Walk, run, skip, jump and sprint through the hours.  Your Banner walks, runs, skips, jumps and sprints alongside you and even before you.  It is His honor to carry your burdens.

As the day closes and evening slowly descends, surrender and give thanks to the One who sustains you.  Recall the moments that He led you, of the burdens He carried for you, of His accomplishments shared with you.  As night embraces you in its darkness, sing a praise of joy and thanksgiving.  Sleep in peace, assured that His faithfulness knows no bounds and His mercies never ceases.