Even as i type i am picturing the sun beaming through my window warming my room and brightening the house. I have spent every moment since the second my eyes clicked open today thinking, imagining, begging, wishing, laughing even, and i think i cried a bit. it's only 2pm but its been a busy day.
Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace, Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour, The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet, will be the flow'r.
With my busy brain i jumped out into the rain for a run. i found myself literally staring at the trees hoping they would speak i wanted so badly to hear from God, to know his nearness. i listened to worship instead of hip hop, again, hanging on to each lyric hoping pieces of my heart would make sense. i was refreshed by the run but not necessarily enlightened. Bummer. Alas, i got home to an email from my very special Aunt Nanny that offered words that have been rolling around my mind ever since i read them. they picked me up:
-William CowperA good bright will, a sweet flower, blessings on my head. RIPE PURPOSE, yes Lord, please. Amen.