He Still Loves Us

Isaiah 40 is a beautiful chapter that tells of the Creator's wondrous power and authority over all things. We are nothing in comparison to Him, we are so small and weak next to Him, and He has no logical reason to care for us in the least bit.

...And yet He does. He still cares, even when we don't care for Him. He still helps us up, when He knows we will just fall time and time again. He still watches over us, even when He knows there are times when we choose not to see Him. He still leads the way for us, even when we let go of His guiding hand sometimes. And He still loves us more than any other created being, even when we are ungrateful, ruthless, and selfish and won't love Him back in the way He so deserves.

That is the kind of God we are so fortunate to have. That is the kind of God we should ever so willingly desire and strive to serve each and every day of our lives. That is the God I long to someday meet face to face and fall down at His feet and worship forever and ever. "Oh, what a day of rejoicing that will be!"

“'To whom then will you liken Me, or to whom shall I be equal?' says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high, and see who has created these things, who brings out their host by number; He calls them all by name, by the greatness of His might and the strength of His power; not one is missing. 'Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall, but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.'" (Isaiah 40:25-26,28-31)

Have a blessed day!

~Courtney

Wait

 

Being patient can be hard. Sometimes it can be very hard to wait for an answer from God. But we know that when we wait patiently and hopefully for His reply to our diligent prayers, the answer is always more perfect and more beautiful than we could have ever imagined.
        Here is a poem that tells how precious our waiting time is and how we can learn from it and grow closer to God while we wait for His will to be done:

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried; 
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied. 
I pleaded and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Wait." 

"Wait? You say 'wait'?" my indignant reply. 
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why! 
Is your hand shortened? Or have You not heard? 
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming Your Word. 

"My future and all to which I relate 
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to wait? 
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign, 
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign. 

"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, 
We need but to ask, and we shall receive. 
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry: 
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply." 

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, 
As my Master replied again, "Wait." 
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, 
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?" 

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine, 
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign. 
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. 
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run. 

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. 
 You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me. 
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint. 
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint. 

"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; 
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there. 
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me 
When darkness and silence are all you can see. 

"You'd never experience the fullness of love 
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove. 
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start, 
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart. 

"The glow of my comfort late into the night, 
The faith that I give when you walk without sight. 
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask 
From an infinite God who makes what you have last. 

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee, 
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee. 
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true, 
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you. 

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see 
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know Me. 
And though oft My answers seem terribly late, 
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."

--Author Unknown 

Have a blessed day!

~Courtney