I can’t decide if I’m just mildly, or thoroughly obsessed with the colors in this photograph.
Today I thought to myself, “I just want to travel the world with absurdly long hair.” And then I realized, “By golly, I’m doing just that.”
I don’t want to look at people anymore. I want to see them. I want to see them and then I want to be absolutely miserable—miserable, lousy, and sick with love. When I see someone, I want there to be a giant chasm in my heart. I want to see what He sees—the hurt, the beauty, the fear, the gifts, the pain, the potential. I want to love like Jesus loves.
And then I want God’s grace to fill the gaping chasm in my heart; I want it to fill up so much it starts running over. And then when it runs over it spills down to my feet and I walk just where He wants me to walk. And higher, His grace fills my legs and I’m not walking anymore, I’m running. And higher and higher, filling every internal crevice, into every little alveoli of my lung, so I exhale and God breathes His peace. And higher and higher still, His grace reaches my shoulders and then rushes down my arms and out of my hands. And I learn to serve. I learn to let Jesus serve His people through me. Yet higher still His grace rises, and out of my mouth He speaks life! And higher still to my eyes, and now I truly see the world. Truly see the magnificent, fragile, lost child of God. Heir to a throne—royalty. The grace goes higher still to my mind and I realize I have only begun to understand the depth of His love, His yearning for reconciliation, and His thirst for justice.
This is what I want. Jesus, please. Let it be so.
"Oh, My King"
Stay the Shores
White Snow, Red River
Oh, there are rocks,
That will always hold in the sea.
And erosion can’t stop their being
Oh, no currents can defeat them.
And I am thankful for the love
These rocks have always given.
- Rocks & Daggers, Noah & The Whale