Friday, August 7, 2009

My Hiding Place



Boy, sometimes I just kind of feel like crawling into a nice quiet place to get away from all the "noise" of this world. The evil that I see all around us in the news. I relish the tranquility of a peaceful place where only the birds can be heard, or a breeze or even the rain sometimes. It is healing to the soul.

Our world needs so much of what God has to offer it. But our world is rejecting Him and I realize that our days are numbered. I am so grateful for each day God allows me to wake up in the morning and to live another day of life. To see the beauty of His creation around me. But the evil of our society spoils the scenery with it's ugliness. I so need more of God's love to overcome the offensiveness of the filth around me in this world in order to reach out beyond the filth to the heart of those who need Him. But I find it so hard. When I see the evil that some people are capable of every day in the news...I am so overwhelmed by it that it takes me awhile to catch my breath in order to gain perspective. I no sooner gain perspective on one set of circumstances when more just keep coming at me until I just want to run to Jesus and hide. He is my refuge and my strength. My hiding place. I do a lot of praying for these people, but sometimes even that seems too hard to do. Where to start?

I have always been repulsed by sin even as a little child. I have a lot of intolerance for injustices. I can see why God hates sin! I have to say, that I am just glad that I am not God or I would just want to annihilate the whole world. It humbles me to see how Jesus took all mans ugly sins, past, present and future upon himself on the cross...and forgave all of us. Something that we just don't even deserve.

I try to do good. I try to follow Jesus. But I know I fall short in so many ways. Lord thank you for loving me and for forgiving me of my own sins...of judging others, of being impatient with the shortcomings of others, for being so critcal, for letting others down.

When I Survey The Wonderous Cross


When I survey the wonderous cross
on which the Prince of glory died;
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ my God;
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them all to his blood.

See from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did 'ere such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so devine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

This is all I can offer to Jesus right now.
Amen!

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