Sometimes the wonder of Jesus Christ wells up in me so strongly I want to cartwheel and weep at the same time.
Does that ever happen to you?
It wasn’t until the gospel of Jesus entirely captured my mind and conquered my Pharisaical heart that I began to understand fighting lies with praise.
It wasn’t until the lavish, freeing love of God filled in the cracks of my lack did I begin to comprehend the strength and hope to be found.
It wasn’t until I wholeheartedly believed in the perfect guidance, and constant companionship, of Holy Spirit that I discovered peace in the unknown and uncertain.
Worship of God is the rope to pull you from anxiety’s enveloping quicksand.
And then God gave me insight: this was winter. It would end, in time, but not by my own doing. My responsibility was simply to know the season, and match my actions and inactions to it. It was to learn the slow hard discipline of waiting. It was my season to believe in spite of—to believe in the absence of evidence or emotion, when there’s nothing, no bud, no color, no light, no birdsong, to validate belief. It was my time to walk without sight.
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.
This book of Paul David Tripp’s came out last year, and a close [bookworm] friend highly recommended it, but I have only recently gotten around to reading it. And I finished it in days.
One thing in nature that always causes me to awe in God is bright and long sun rays coming through the clouds or trees.
I’m pretty sure I highlighted or underlined or copied down on paper 80% of this book. The radiance of God, the challenge to live in awe of Him and Him alone… wowzers.
The goal is that you and I would no longer live for ourselves but live joyfully and willingly for God. We pursue and participate in the work of the Spirit as he works inside us to liberate us from our bondage to ourselves.
It was insightful, the idea that my idols and wrestling and weight I carry around can be boiled down to an “awe problem.”
From church to parenting to work to our minds and hearts, awe of God is where we should live.