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I’m in the middle of writing an article on loneliness as a means to drive us deeper into God’s heart and was just struck by the passage this nugget came from. The context is distress and anguish, feeling the grip of death’s crushing pull. Maybe you can relate. But the author of this psalm lifts his eyes above his circumstances and prays for deliverance. He meditates on the character of God; how He is gracious, righteous, and merciful. He remembers what God has done; how He preserves the simple and rescued him when he was flat on his back, hopeless and alone. Then comes verse seven. Circumstances haven’t changed for the author but, then again, God’s worthiness to be worshipped has never been contingent on ideal circumstances. No matter what our lives might look like right now, no matter how uncomfortable or excruciating our circumstances might be, if we have been redeemed by Jesus, we have every reason to “return to our rest;” for the the Lord INDEED has dealt bountifully with us. And He is worthy of our praise and confidence right here. •••• [Also, 1) this is not a staged photo and 2) you should go read all of Psalm 116 for yourself.]
Happy birthday to the best big sister! 🥳 You are as genuine and intentional as they get; you love deep and feel big, and I’m so thankful for your heart and life. 💜 Additionally, I’d like to know how much you were paid to hug me in this photo.
“Do not despair, dear heart, but come to the Lord with all your jagged wounds, black bruises, and running sores. He alone can heal, and He delights to do it. It is our Lord’s office to bind up the brokenhearted, and He is gloriously at home at it.” -Charles Spurgeon
“Theologians who limit the means of grace to overtly redemptive religious practices miss something about the God who speaks without words in the theater of His creation.” -David Powlison

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Monday Morning Munch No. 27 – Such was I

God saves good people

During the last week or so, several things have happened that have made me so grateful for where God has placed me and for whom He has placed me around. For my morality and upbringing, my early salvation, the leadership I’ve been under, the experiences I’ve had and the divine protection and shield of grace that God has used in my life more times than I even know.

These times of realizing  just how extraordinarily blessed I am, are moments which should be completely beheld in awe of God’s mercy and my heart should dissolve in thankfulness.

But sometimes those moments of gratitude take a turn for self-centered land and a form of pride erupts in my heart. 

Oh, but God. He is so good and He knows exactly how to humble you so you see how high and praiseworthy He  is (not my supposed superiority).

He uses things like this verse (which has been a constant ringing in my soul this week–oh thank You, Lord for Your Word which comes to mind from Your Holy Spirit to point us back to You. Oh, how I need the Gospel daily):

“And such were some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.” -1 Corinthians 6:11

And such were some of you.
And such was I.

BUT GOD. Saved me.

Me. Who was moral and did and said all the right things–even in regards to God–but was a Pharisee of the Pharisees.

Me. Whose good works was leading her farther away from Christ and closer to the flames of hell.

He saved me. He bought me with a price. The price of His own kid. His beloved jewel. He became my sin. My pardon. My debt payer.

His death gave me life.

He drank the cup of God’s wrath, drank it down, turned the cup over and said:

“It. Is. Finished.”
Paid. In. Full.

Forsaken so I could be taken.
Humbled so I could be lifted to Him.
Wrapped His light in wounded flesh so I could stand before the Father shining with the light of His glory.
Despised so I could be welcomed.
Beaten so I could be covered in His blood.
Nailed down so I could be free.
Hurt so I could be healed.
Struck down so I would not be destroyed.
Died so I could live.

He is my life, He gave me life. He is worthy of all my praise, glory and adoration.

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