needful
It's fascinating to me how quickly one song can bring back one flood of memories, one palette of colors that begin to swirl together, turning into scenes I can almost feel.
I had a moment of worship this morning as I began to play Needful Hands and was carried away into a thin place where Christ seemed so tangibly near. It was a beautiful reminder for me of His goodness, the goodness I want to taste and see. When I behold His goodness, I'm reminded of the great shame and honor of being a Daughter of Eve, as C.S. Lewis described it. For this morning I am meditating on the goodness of being created, of being a created human being, made in and bearing His image. I want to be transformed from glory to glory (2 Cor 3:18).
I had a moment of worship this morning as I began to play Needful Hands and was carried away into a thin place where Christ seemed so tangibly near. It was a beautiful reminder for me of His goodness, the goodness I want to taste and see. When I behold His goodness, I'm reminded of the great shame and honor of being a Daughter of Eve, as C.S. Lewis described it. For this morning I am meditating on the goodness of being created, of being a created human being, made in and bearing His image. I want to be transformed from glory to glory (2 Cor 3:18).