He calls us to what we cannot do in our own strength. It’s the beautiful waltz of life that our Bridegroom leads us through. It’s how He ordained it to be from the very beginning. The sooner we accept, in joy, the faith process; the more content our restless souls will become. The weak are made strong, the blind given sight, the restless find rest. It’s what He does, it’s who He is, and who He will always be.
I sit and stare at a blank screen in front of me, words need to fill it soon. I just keep praying for more of Him, because He is what I need in my time of being stretched. He is the One stretching, and the One waiting to fill in the gaps. And the grace filled thing is, He never denies us more of Himself. So I know I approach His throne in confidence for what I ask. I pray, and I wait for direction, then I pray some more for vision, and then I came across this:
And so now I love her. Click here to love her blog also. She painted the words to the hymn “Be Thou My Vision” on her bedroom wall. The reminder of the sweet Irish hymn words made me smile. Maybe they will make you smile too.
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
He is your vision and wisdom, your shield and your strength, your High King and victory, your inspiration and true Word. Allow Him and all He promises to be to lead you… your Groom is waiting to dance. Have a beautiful weekend.
