Some people have the privilege of trusting God. Their lives are Pre-packaged with advantage and opportunity. Resources pad the otherwise rationale for belief.
Others of us are drafted into faith. Selective discharged into circumstances so dangerous and so corrosive that only the almighty power of God himself can change the atmosphere and direct the heavens to pour us with protection and grace.
For my trials and tribulations I will forever be grateful. How can I not be forever joyful of the God that is forever. Seasons change. I change. Yet God is the same.
Hallelujah to the God that protects and never changes. To God be the glory, dominion and power. Amen.
There I was in the midst of war.
Clothes torn, sackcloth faded, my mourning had went away from me.
But yea, oh yeah, how mighty and sweet is the Lord. That responds to the smallest sprinkle of faith and comes to the rescue of his beloved.
There I was broken, lost, confused and heartbroken. The prodigal daughter had run off with her latest blessing.
And when my blessing went cold – so did my faith. Thankfully, I am a small portion of God’s holy agenda and though sometimes rebellious always remembered. Hallelujah to the God that forgot me not and brought me back home to his holy dwelling.
Sweet and holy God, my first love that filters love that filters only for my good. Praise and salute and kneel and uphold and obey this God that owns the deed to my soul. Praise God in the sanctuary. Praise God in the church. Praise God in Hell. Praise God on the porch.