Down At Your Feet
Today I felt overwhelmed by my dependence on God. When you wander far, and He calls you back, you can't help but fall at His feet. I mean really fall. Just because you know how insignificant and incapable you are of being anything without Him. Just because He holds your whole life in His hands.
Today I fell. I just couldn't stand anymore in the knowledge of the holiness and righteousness and awe and beauty of my God. I fell right onto the floor with my arms outstretched. It must be a mystery why independence vanishes when you're lying down. If I stand, I feel like I can do it on my own. If I lay down, God has control of the whole world while I lay there helpless. And it's just how it should be.
Today I cried. Because I realized how much I want God to have of my life and how much I want to be holy and blameless in His sight. More than anything. More than having love. More than being touched. More than anything.
'The LORD reigns, let the earth be glad; let the distant shores rejoice.
Clouds and thick darkness surround him; righteousness and justice are the foundation of his throne.
Fire goes before him and consumes his foes on every side.
His lightning lights up the world; the earth sees and trembles.
The mountains melt like wax before the LORD , before the Lord of all the earth.
The heavens proclaim his righteousness, and all the peoples see his glory.'
Psalm 97:1-6
Amen