perfect timing.

Well, here I am, at a new school, with new shoes and a new backpack and new pencils.

I think that I think too much, and just letting the cleansing river of divine grace flow gently over is more than enough. Ever.  There is no fear in His plan, but maybe all the anxiety and doubting myself is doubting that He is good.

There is nothing further from the truth! His purpose is more pure and beautiful and solid and substantial and real than anything I could ever fashion myself.  And He loves me and bequeaths it to me. Because I am an heir of salvation, and am more blessed than any angel will ever be.

I’m going to go pray and ponder over that now, in this new room with new furniture and new books and new smells. With a new view.

………..

Oh refuge of my hardened heart
Oh fast pursuing lover come
As angels dance ’round Your throne
My life by captured fare You own

Not silhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I’ll pirouette upon mine grave
For in Your path I’ll run and hide.

Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee.

When beauty breaks the spell of pain
The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain
But not when love be pointed king
And truth shall Thee forever reign

Sweet Jesus carry me away
From cold of night, and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt worn eye
Be my desire, my wellspring lye

Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee.

-Hymn, Jars of Clay

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