I am ambushed by You this gilded morning. You flood me with you! Your “you-ness” fills this quiet space. And yes, I stand in complete awe, bewitched by who you really are in this life of mine. Your very blood flows red in these veins. ..makes me you in blue jeans. I touch satin sky with morning eyes and skim puckered-up clouds with fingertips of soul.
Heart breaks with joy as I step into the pool of this day. Inside, your very Holy Spirit sets blazing fire to dwindling coals. Manna! Feed me full! Water me deep! Rock and swaddle me! Sing me awake!
I turn and see your shadow.
Ears listen, and ring with heaven’s voice. Hands reach, and are held close and firm in a never-let-you-go grip. But why? Really….why all of this if not for love? Why, if the cross did not spill and bleed splintered love for all to see. Why, if I have to hold my own self up and chase my own sin by the tail and worry my way to heaven? Ah, but I don’t and won’t. Not now. Not ever. Just not. I can’t. He did. It worked.
Purest joy, I can’t take myself to heaven nor wipe my sin. Power-in-the-blood, Jesus, you can! Did! Do! Will! Want to!
Find me, Jesus! Forgive me, Lord. Enjoy me always.
All things is what you do so well. All I never can, you do, with an eye blink. Save. Keep. Satisfy. All of these are all of you.
I scroll down and peep into today. So ordinary. So lackluster dull. So hum-drum beige. Nothing here to inspire. But…..wrapped in you and what you can do, errands and ho hum can “pop”. And will. And diapers will be mission fields. And sinks will be butterflies.
Even so come! Shine. Buff. Transform. Embed yourself into my ho hum and mundane. Ambush my day! Storm my ramparts!
Jesus! Sweet geyser of God.