The ad on the computer screen said, “Enter to win … a gift card. ” Then a light broke in my thought.
There are no footprints when snow melts or waves wash the beach. There is no baggage of heredity or prolongation of perceived past misdemeanors, no plausible but inexcusable opinions.
Amazing phrasing There’s no formal history in matter to clutter our Father’s forward pace. The love that heals is focused grace with no human dimension or sensation to hinder His demonstration.
If I were a prism and God were the sun, His goodness would shine through me in a spectrum of glorious shades. The soft light of grace would fan into the colors of patience, honesty, unselfishness, kindness, meekness, humility.
Go figure. If God is ALL, nothing can be added nor anything taken away.
Glory to thine ardent Name, O Lord, our God, to Thee, Mighty Creator of the Universe, We sing Thy praises joyfully, Thine everlasting works we do see, And may Thy Children give thanks to Thee. We lift our voices in grateful praise, Dear Lord, to Thee our voices we raise.
'I AM THAT I AM' * The Word of God to Moses Infinite light. No shadow, no doubt, no argument: Light, the warmth of Love, the only presence.
What did Peter think when he received that message, that earnest, anguished request to not delay, to hasten to Joppa because Dorcas, whom they loved, had died? Along the road, did he heed anew the anguished pleas: “Not her! Not Dorcas!” (She of good works, selfless and kind. ) Did Peter hasten along the road, hurrying forward in full emergency mode? Once arrived in Joppa, did Peter sprint up the stairs, two by two, rushing headlong into that upper chamber? Not he.
Sweet sanctuary known only to God and man. Hallowed, unseen, felt.