The breeze smelled of roses. I sat quietly at the balcony waiting for the glimpse of dawn. Perhaps more so I was waiting for daybreak signifying His gracious mercy upon me, as He promised.
Past years zoomed-by so quickly, in fact year after year the accelerator failed me not. Still not! But stepping on the rusty break-pedal this morning, all stood still for a moment, allowing me to reminisce the past year especially.
I took a long deep breath. Then, another. Yet another till all unfolded before me. With tenacious memory, the year indeed accountable for fantabulous journeys, victorious moments, dangerous endeavors, laborious periods, grievous paths, calamitous battles and fatuous acts! Phew... and after all been through, I wondwered, “Why all befell as such? Why? Am I missing something amidst?”
I could not fathom the depth of His love.
I could not grasp the beauty of His will.
I could not taste the sweetness of His word.
Down on my knees, I prayed, “Abba Father, I apprehend not how all happened being part of Your grander plan. But I want to trust You, for Your thoughts are not my thoughts, neither are Your ways my ways but as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are your thoughts and ways. For all that passed, yet I am grateful for Your mercy new every morning and Your grace always, always go beyond my wanderings. So faithful are You even when I am not.”
With tears rolled down, the first ray from the rising sun turned the sky orange.
And I know He has placed a new song in my heart.
Past years zoomed-by so quickly, in fact year after year the accelerator failed me not. Still not! But stepping on the rusty break-pedal this morning, all stood still for a moment, allowing me to reminisce the past year especially.
I took a long deep breath. Then, another. Yet another till all unfolded before me. With tenacious memory, the year indeed accountable for fantabulous journeys, victorious moments, dangerous endeavors, laborious periods, grievous paths, calamitous battles and fatuous acts! Phew... and after all been through, I wondwered, “Why all befell as such? Why? Am I missing something amidst?”
I could not fathom the depth of His love.
I could not grasp the beauty of His will.
I could not taste the sweetness of His word.
Down on my knees, I prayed, “Abba Father, I apprehend not how all happened being part of Your grander plan. But I want to trust You, for Your thoughts are not my thoughts, neither are Your ways my ways but as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are your thoughts and ways. For all that passed, yet I am grateful for Your mercy new every morning and Your grace always, always go beyond my wanderings. So faithful are You even when I am not.”
With tears rolled down, the first ray from the rising sun turned the sky orange.
And I know He has placed a new song in my heart.
Lamentations 3:22,23 “The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness.”
Isaiah 55:8,9 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
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