is it possible for a heart to
be grateful
yet
ungrateful
at the same time?
for the heart to rejoice
at the blessings
yet try to help the Giver give?
and if that be the case
is the receiving heart
really grateful at all?
and what about pride?
if the heart were to feel that
somehow the blessings were deserved
were they really deserved?
in all reality no blessing is deserved
for nothing I do or don't do
could alter or impact
the simple fact
that on my own
I deserve nothing
but
oh how He gives!
oh He how blesses!
it's just that my worthiness
or lack thereof
is in no way tied to
any blessing He gives
for that worth is found in
Jesus alone...
and through Jesus
Abba sees me as beautifully worthy of
His love...
so worthy that He calls me His child
a bird tiny singing
in a tree so close
was just one melodic line
in His symphony so sweet
that He wanted my
heart to hear...
"My child,
listen to music surrounding you
the fountain
the stream
the bird
are all playing the part in My symphony
written specifically for them
from before time
all creation takes part in the
symphony of life composed by My hand
the simple melodies you heard
blended together
creating harmonies exquisite
the breeze joined in singing
the laughter of little one so excited
added a splash of color joyful
not one of them was worrying about
wrong notes
wrong rhythms
wrong dynamics
no, My child
they simply sang and played
if I care enough about that bird so tiny
to have every note written
which it will sing in its life complete
how much more will I
not invest in every note of
your life song?
you worry that you will
play in the wrong key
sing out of tune
speed up when you should slow down
slow down when you should speed up
you worry that your part will not blend
that perhaps your part even lacks significance
quiet your heart long to hear My whisper...
all I ask of you is to sing
to play the part I have given
to you alone...
a line without which
My masterpiece would be incomplete
every member of My orchestra
from grains of sand hugging coastlines
to waves crashing
to stars numbered and named by Me
to each heart ever beating
each one is part of
My symphony of life
My symphony of love
so place the gift I give back in My hands
know that My timing is perfect
that no matter what
I am enough."
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