Even From the Dust I Was Loved

There is a field just a shout away from my dorm door here at the Bible Institute, and it is perfect for pensive night wanderings. This evening was exceptionally chilly, too cold perhaps to be true, and so in a hoodie that was much too heavy for Florida's usually tame November, I walked out to this field with feet laced into sneakers and ears full of tunes.

Through His creation and the sound of singing, God spoke to me in such a beautiful, whispering way. I have been learning that I can't do anything in my own strength. But today I learned a little more about God's love, and how astounding it is that I have a Savior that came and died for me.

Stop. Slow down. Read that again.
Don't let His love become trivial, a fact.
Feel it. Feel it all.

It is my hope, it is my intense desire that each morning I will wake with the sound of revival, something shouting in my bones for joy. What is this life that I live, that each morning I can drink up the fact that God sent His Son to die for me -- for you! It is everything. It is all things.

I don't know, I'm rambling here, but God just really gave me a new perspective today, something I've been asking Him for. I'm also learning about the power of constant prayer. These verses are old favorite friends, but they're starting to see them in a new light:

"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." ~ 1st Thessalonians 5:16-18

This is God's will for me. Everyday. Only, never in my own strength. What can I even do on my own? Nothing. That's why I had to be saved.

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