What I Relish
It’s not my first Spring in an apartment, but it’s the first to which I’ve ever paid attention. In the dark mornings for quiet times before the boys wake, the birds’ songs echo off the pavement. The interstate’s hum crescendos with the sun’s head peeking over green horizon.
A few college students have bounced their way down the stairs outside the wall right next to our head board, where I lean on pillows, hot tea in one hand, my baby belly cradled in the other.
God’s Words were alive this morning, half of my Spirit yelling at me to not forget: Bless the Lord, O my soul! – and the other half of my spirit begging God for a deep sleep to overcome my children, so I can bask in the long pause to set my mind on things that aren’t made of skin or with the hands of man.
I whisper out loud to myself things that are true. I need my ears to hear. I need the Faith that comes from hearing.
I read of an angel breaking Peter out of jail, of the first century church coming together nonstop to pray. They believed all the way. Jesus says to me again today, too, “whoever loves his life will lose it.”
Just only a mustard seed, a little dose is all I need. Things are not what they seem. My good eyes don’t give me sight.
There’s a light that burns, and for most of us, it’s dim, but I see a time coming.
It’s the mercy of God that we find ourselves in the position to relish in Him alone.
Consider what it means to have Christ-Esteem.