Treasures in Ink

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Lungs Full of Wonder and Thanksgiving

I need to remember, to return, to breathe it in deep~
It's all about You. You. Jesus. Beloved. Savior. Friend.

You're the Breath I breathe, the Joy I dance, the Peace I hug tight to beating heart. The warm kiss of gratitude undone.

Oh, God!

How much You've given me: children, family, friends, home, work, play, eternity.

I choose to dance with You unfettered, unbound to worries, fears, anxieties, myriad cares of this world that seek to suck the life out of me.

Giving thanks, I know: You'll be there--that's all I need to look ahead and spin radiant Delight.
You're here now--that's all I need to fill my lungs and exhale bursting Joy.

How wonderful You are! God-Who-Put-on-Skin, transformed like we will one day be. Scars sinking into mine. Love unfurling exquisite Beauty, wrapped up in burning Light. And Despair can never, ever extinguish Perfect Love. You are Holy Flame torching this heart~transcendent to the aches and distortions and miscarriages of Paradise-robbed.

I live Surrender, and You become Laughter! A shout of Joy triumphant in the midst of chores and children and falling snow. You're Sanity and Safety and Reckless Abandon and Lion Roaring victory over my old enemies: Helplessness and Not-Enough and Too-Much.

I rejoice in Kingdom Presence and my enemies slither away!

You're madly in love with me and You made me exactly who I am and I give it all back to You--every missing piece, every stolen dream, every awe-filled moment when bare feet touch holy ground and Not Enough becomes God-All-Sufficient and Girl-Too-Much becomes Precious-and-Chosen, Ransomed-and-Redeemed, Called-and-Set-Free at my Father's knees.