Obedience

"Our good and gracious Father does not give is a little slither of grace for obedience, and then leave us exhausting ourselves in futile attempts to draw strength from the well of self-effort. He gives us the full measure of grace needed to victoriously live the Christian ice, not just sometimes, not just when out 'if only' ideals become a reality. 

Right now, in your current situation and season of life, God has made available to you all that is needed for glad obedience. it is when we are relying on our own strength and power to obey, and not on the power of Christ that we find ourselves failing and faltering.  It is then that we are tempted to shift the blame for disobedience onto our own circumstances; it is that that we insist that we would obey 'if only'." 

-Elsje Zornes 

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significance

'Humans are made by God, and "in the image of God" (Genesis 1:27). We are able to relate to God Himself, and reflect who He is to the world. That makes each and every human hugely, and equally, significant. God put you together in the womb (Psalm 139:13-16). He has already mapped out your life (139:15). He knows what you'll say before you say it (139:2) And He's made you to know Him.

'That's a glorious, honoured position to hold. Neither a rabbit nor a rock can know God and enjoy relationship with Him. We can because He made us in His image. Our significance does not come from which family we're born into, who we married, what we do Monday to Friday or how we serve on a Sunday. It comes from being made by God, to know God.

'It's really quite mind-blowing. The One who spoke planets into being and flung stars into space thought of you, made you to be you, and loves you as you. No one can take that away from you, or give you and greater significance than that. We can never be, and never need feel, worthless.'

- Sophie de Witt

in his time

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There's within my heart a melody

Jesus whispers sweet and low:

Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still,

in all of life's ebb and flow.

All my life was wrecked by sin and strife,

discord filled my heart with pain;

Jesus swept across the broken strings,

stirred the slumbering chords again.

Though sometimes he leads through waters deep,

trials fall across the way,

though sometimes the path seems rough and steep,

see his footprints all the way.

Feasting on the riches of his grace,

resting neath his sheltering wing,

always looking on his smiling face,

that is why I shout and sing.

Soon he's coming back to welcome me

far beyond the starry sky;

I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown;

I shall reign with him on high.