Splendor
and honor and kingly power are yours by right, O Lord our God, For You created
everything that is, and by Your will they were created and have their being. A Song to the Lamb
So last night Tim and
Jenny and Momma and I gathered around the candlelit table and told stories. Tim
and Jenny have just returned from a journey east, north, south and back again
west with their cute little orange and green and crème trailer with every
detail perfectly sweet.
And it was a trail of hope in spite of the new
dark headlines and old battle scars pressed into myriad historical markers that attempt to drive fear and doubt spikes deep into our hearts.
Not just
the ripping upward mountain peaks and the fields full of shimmering harvest and
rhythmic waves upon the lakeshore. Rather it was the flowing river of image
bearers who welcomed them with humility and grace and kindness and yet another
cup of coffee all across this great bigness of a continent.
Let me not forget the
belovedness of each being today as I step out the door this morning into to do
lists and traffic and dusty billows of wind. Let me pause and remember.
Blessed be Thou, most gracious God, that again
Thou hast brought light out of darkness and caused the morning to appear! Fill
me Spirit, I pray Thee, to keep myself in continual training for the punctual fulfillment
of Thy most holy will. –John Baillie
Splendor and honor are
Yours, O Lord our God, now and ever shall be. Amen.
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