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How could it be that You, my King, would die for me?
And then that You would restore my life over and over again?
How is it that You find me worthy despite the mess I’ve made?
How is it that You still see me with such purity and strength when I feel feeble and small?
How is it that You choose to keep using me, despite my constant denying and doubting and discouragement of the gifts you’ve instilled within me?
Do you ever tire? When you look at me, do You ever second-guess Your decision? Am I ever in jeopardy of being without You? If I choose Your way, will I ever walk it alone?
No and no and no and no- over and over again, You reassure me that you really are that good.
Faith is the revelation that trying to comprehend You is impossible but living out of that truth is the foundation of grace that upholds me.
My refuge.
My safe place.
My listening ear.
My fresh start.
My hymn to reset my mind.
My rescue amidst deep waters.
My song when I’ve lost the words.
My lens to see those around me.
My staying power when I want to run.
My Healer.
My restorer of joy.
My refiner.
My deliverer in the lions den.
My strength for every assignment.
My keeper.
My whisper amidst the noise.
My Jesus—the One who conquered death and faces every giant before I ever grace the battlefield—HOW can it be? And yet, IT IS SO.
I praise You.
My heart finds gratitude in every circumstance because even suffering is a gift when You hold me.
You’re here.
You’re all over this.
You’ve got me.
Thank You.
I will say Your name and declare Your Gospel and cling to Your presence with every step.
You are too good to be true…and yet, You are the truest, surest thing I’ve ever known.
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