I'm sitting on the plane looking out the window and I glance over at my open bible. Psalm 33; "The Lord looks down from heaven,
He sees all the children of men.
From where He sits enthroned He looks out
on all the inhabitants of the earth.
He who fashioned the hearts of them all and observes their deeds."
I stare out the window at tiny squares of land, highways as thin as hair, and tiny specks of houses so small they fade into the tapestry of the landscape and fade off into the horizon. I think of how small, how tiny they are and the tiny little lives they contain and the tiny little problems in those lives. how small and insignificant they look from up here.
As tears roll down my cheeks I hear in my heart the words; "God so loved the world...."
this world? this tiny world I see out my window? more tears....
"that He gave..." I pause on that thought, He loved the world so much that He gave, but what did He give? a handout? A quick fix? a few dollars like we toss to a beggar without a second glace to ease our own guilt?
"God so loved the world He gave..." then it drops into my heart like a thud; "He gave His only begotten son". I taste the salt now from my tears and it makes me wonder if all the oceans in the world are nothing more than the tears of God crying out for this world, a world that for the most part ignores Him...and yet "He gave..."
Why did God whisper to an elderly lady :" I will never leave you"
Why did God supernaturally put fillings in my landladies teeth?
Why did God help a struggling teenage girl stay clean for a month as I heard her proudly pronounce at church?
Its these little drops, these messages that come down to us from The Lord and Hes saying
"I see you and I care"
What is glory anyway, i hear that word allot lately. Well i have a definition for it: God showing his character.
God loves, God gives
"For God so loved the world, he gave His only begotten son that whomever believes in Him may not die but have everlasting life." John 3:16
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