My Everything

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face. The second I opened my eyes I just knew. Jesus loved me. His plans are infinitely better than any I could even begin to try to follow. (Believe me, I've tried.) He knows what's best for me. He sets me free from the chains of this world that hold me down. I feel like everyone in the world just needs to be taken by the shoulders and shaken. How do they not feel this? How can they look around them and for one second doubt the existence of our awesome God? There is no doubt in my mind how completely real God is. He is real. He loves me, for reasons I may never understand. Even when I mess up completely, He opens His arms for me to run into. I see a piece of the puzzle, he sees the masterpiece. My worries in this life are so trivial compared to what He has planned. God is good. Always. Even when I can't feel His prescence around me. Even though I can't see Him. Even though I can't touch His face. He is there. In the wind, in the trees, in a whisper. He is there. And I love Him. So much it hurts. I want to dance and sing for Jesus. Bask in the light of His glory. Sing His praises all day long. Lay in the grass and smile for hours as I spend quiet time with Him. He is all that matters. He is my everything. He captures my heart anew each morning and rocks me to sleep at night. He is indescribable. Uncontainable. He never leaves me, nor forsakes me. I'm so overwhelmed by His love. And His mercy. And His grace. His goodness washes over me. How can He love me? So often I find myself pushing Him away as I slip into whatever worldly sin is closest to my reach. How can He take me back, time and time again? I'll never comprehend it. All I know is that He loves me. And I love Him. A lot.  He is my glass of water in the desert. He is my everything.

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