BEAUTIFULLY GLORIFYING

If this is a dream . . . then please don't wake me. I'll find a way to stay asleep somehow.

This morning came after a night of wrestling with the Lord. Asking questions. Seeking answers. Life isn't perfect. For sure.

This morning I began to pray, only to clasp my hand over my mouth and lose myself in joyful weeping . . . why? Why has He blessed me so? I deserve nothing but hellish agony . . . my heart is deceitful and wicked.

Grateful. Thankful. Joyful. Secure . . . words cease while my voiceless praise is raised to my Savior. My All in All. The only One who knows me more than I know myself and yet loves me with an everlasting love.

It doesn't make sense. I never found a logical answer. But maybe that is His way of keeping me at His feet right now. Only in this place does my heart rest. Only in this place do I have confidence that He will take what is broken and make something beautiful for His glory.