Three Days...
This is my resurrection day...Wednesday, the third day of me wakening up to the realities of my complacency. Mark this day in my mind Lord, and let me fall humbly before you. Continue to break me as I spend time in your word. Let your Holy Spirit dwell in my members and empower me to see the truth of your Word and pierce my joints and marrow if need be. I continue in 1 Peter 2 during the time when the Christians were greatly persecuted.
"Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good." Your Word is alive, oh my great and glorious King, and it does indeed pierce my heart to your goodness and majesty. In some ways, I am starving for your Word, wanting it to speak to me and water the dry ground that I have let fallow for too long, yet on the other hand, to read you Word in what seems like the first time would be scary since I have had such a history with it. I want to be craving your Word Lord, I want to eat of your scrolls and know that it is good.
Verse 7 hits me hard this morning, "Now to you who believer, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, 'The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone.'" Are you precious to me? What is precious? What does precious look like God? I don't know, but I do know that you are bigger than my inperfect concept of preciousness. The only thing I can think of in terms of precious is that I find my wife precious. If I am to view you as more precious than my wife, can you help me in this endeavor God? Kelly is tangible, real, and hugs me back. Lord, I know I am supposed to love you more than my precious wife who is first your daughter, but it is hard. I know that I love you more than her Father, but do I see you as more precious?
Thank you Lord for you Holy Spirit, I pray that you would interceede for me because you are no doubt scratching your head up on your throne up there thinking that I am not making any sense.
The final verse that hits me hard this morning is found in verse 12, "Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits." Amen, Father. Like Matthew 5.16, everything I do should bring you glory and not myself. Show me the true meaning of this in my life, and change what needs to change so that I would receive none. I love you Dad...let me just say that and end with that. I love you.
"Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good." Your Word is alive, oh my great and glorious King, and it does indeed pierce my heart to your goodness and majesty. In some ways, I am starving for your Word, wanting it to speak to me and water the dry ground that I have let fallow for too long, yet on the other hand, to read you Word in what seems like the first time would be scary since I have had such a history with it. I want to be craving your Word Lord, I want to eat of your scrolls and know that it is good.
Verse 7 hits me hard this morning, "Now to you who believer, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, 'The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone.'" Are you precious to me? What is precious? What does precious look like God? I don't know, but I do know that you are bigger than my inperfect concept of preciousness. The only thing I can think of in terms of precious is that I find my wife precious. If I am to view you as more precious than my wife, can you help me in this endeavor God? Kelly is tangible, real, and hugs me back. Lord, I know I am supposed to love you more than my precious wife who is first your daughter, but it is hard. I know that I love you more than her Father, but do I see you as more precious?
Thank you Lord for you Holy Spirit, I pray that you would interceede for me because you are no doubt scratching your head up on your throne up there thinking that I am not making any sense.
The final verse that hits me hard this morning is found in verse 12, "Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits." Amen, Father. Like Matthew 5.16, everything I do should bring you glory and not myself. Show me the true meaning of this in my life, and change what needs to change so that I would receive none. I love you Dad...let me just say that and end with that. I love you.