I also got to have Friday morning breakfast with Favorite, my parents and Big Bro this morning. And while that was fantastic, that is also not the purpose of this post.
Do you ever feel like God speaks a scripture to your heart? When you ask for Him to meet you and guide you, do you ever see the scripture come up more and more often? Do you ignore it until it absolutely slams you in the face and you realize that God has been trying to talk to you if only you would listen?
Don't make me stand on this ledge alone.
Yet even if you do leave me hanging out here in the World of the Oblivious, I can't deny that those scenarios are true in this life of the ordinary.
The recent scripture?
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine,
according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church
and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
--Ephesians 3:20-21 (NIV)
God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess
or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us
around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.
Glory to God in the church!
Glory to God in the Messiah, in Jesus!
Glory down all the generations!
Glory through all millennia! Oh, yes!
--Ephesians 3:20-21 (The Message)
It's a reminder of the man who asked Jesus to help him overcome his unbelief. Previous to this request, Jesus said, "Everything is possible for him who believes" (Mark 9:23).
These days, that's my prayer--for God to do immeasurably more than all I can ask or imagine. It's my prayer for my women's group, for my church, for my family and for myself. I know I can have a peace in His Word. I desire that sweet peace (Stop laughing, Kate. I didn't say peas. Peace, woman. Peace).
More than anything I want to rest in that belief.
Let it be, Lord. Let it be.
"Help Me Believe"
Take me back to the time
When I was maybe eight or nine
And I believed
when Jesus walked on waters blue
and If he helped me I could to
If I believed
Before rational analysis and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysterys
Were far less often silly dreams
and childhood fantasies
Help me believe
'cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see
Much better by closing my eyes
and I would shed this grown up skin I'm in
To touch an Angels wing
And I would be free
Help me believe
When mustard seeds made mountians move
A burning bush that spoke for you
was good enough
When manna fell from heavens high
just because you told the sky to open up
Am I too wise to recognize that everything uncertain
is certainly a possibility
When logic fails my reasoning
and science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen
When someone else's education
plays upon my reservations
I'm the first to cave
I'm the first to bleed
If I abandoned all that seeks
To make my faith informed and chic
Show your self to me?