"what if my greatest dissapointments or the aching of this life is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?"

Last night just while I was drifting off to sleep I was listening to this song.

Then it would end and I would have to hit the replay button again...

and then again...

and again...

It's such a lovely song.

And it's funny cuz all the "what ifs" in this song aren't really a question in my mind.

I know that they are the truth.

I know it.

And yet...

I go from times of resting in them...

to anguish again over the fear of loss.

I know that God is sovereign.

I know His ways are right & good.

But oh. My flesh.

It wages war against me & what I know to be true.

I earnestly pray "Not my will but Thine be done, Sweet Lord."

And I mean it.

But my selfish will still has a way of weaseling it's way back into the forefront of my mind.

I run to His word & find great solace there.

It seems as soon as I close it & go about my work I'm back at square one.

 

{Oh Lord. You are so patient with me.

Keep me resting in Your promises.

They are true & steadfast

Because You, Oh Lord, are sovereign & unchanging.}

 

And then as invariable happens I feel the overwhelming urge to praise my sweet Savior.

The last two songs from Handel's Messiah popped into my head so I had to listen to them too.

Worthy is the Lamb & Amen

The wonderful thing about Handel's Messiah is that it is God's word.

Set to beautiful & stirring music.

Music is such a powerful thing, is it not?

Sometimes I have to listen to it as loud as I can possibly take it

& just feel the triumphant chords echoing in my chest cavity. Yeah, I'm weird, I know. ;)

These precious words of praise to the Lamb that was slain are from Revelation 5:9-11

I can not wait to sing those words to Jesus & my Father in Heaven.

I'm guessing it probably won't be to Handel's tune...

but I'm sure the Heavenly tune will be more beautiful & glorious than this little mind can comprehend.

 

~*~

 

I sincerely hope I'm not irritating anyone with all these words that keep pouring out of me.

(Well, it's not like you have to read any of this. lol)

I just feel so full of them that I think I might burst if I don't find some outlet for them.

 

I marvel at how every one of these lines of thought leads to praise.

It is as it should be, I know...

but I still stand amazed.