Your Spirit hovers over the sea of humanity, eyes probing hearts and searching spirits. Do You see me? I’m waving frantically with the banner of love that You gave me. I want to draw Your eyes, even when they burn me alive.
Noah released a dove from the ark and it returned to him because there was no place for it to rest. You sent for the dove of Your Spirit and it settled on Your Son. I want to be Your resting place.
I don’t want to be the one You love simply because that’s Your nature; I want to be the one You know, who establishes relationship, who walks in intimacy. Heaven is Your throne, the earth is Your footstool….but Your habitation is in me.
Day by day, hour by hour, You lead me through the valley, up the mountain and back down again. Your rod and Your staff are the marks of Your authority–the scepter of the Shepherd. The rod of iron with which You judge the nations of the earth brings me joy and comfort.
Your discipline has made me glad. I am Somebody’s daughter. Mercy and goodness are chasing me down. Your gentle love crowns my head, the brilliant diadem of Your family crest. Your humility has exalted me even as my life is forfeit, laid down before You.
My King is my Father. My Judge is my Shepherd. My sacrificial Lamb is the prevailing Lion. His Word is my bread, my life, my light, and my salvation. He is the Door, the Bread that came from Heaven, the Way where there is no other way, the Son of God, the One who was dead and is alive again forever.
May my soul sing out in the night in my sleep. May my mind realize that every breath not spent in praise is wasted. May my heart never swerve from its allegiance to one purpose. May my mouth choose gratitude over complaint. May my eyes keep covenant with my morals; my feet rush to promote peace; my hands remain open to give to those in need; my face turn always toward the Son; my ears ignore gossip that is none of my business; my nose delight in the fragrance of I AM; and may the stamp of the Most High mark my life.
May I be found loving with heart, soul, mind, and strength, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.
I have delighted in the goodness of the Lord. I have seen the provision of His hand. His love will overcome every distraction–every broken place in the darkness of my flesh. Crucified with Christ, buried in baptism, and now alive to know Him in the power of His resurrection.
Oh what a delight to live in the shadow of His wings.