Are journal entries worth sharing? I hope so...so long as they encourage another. While driving home the other night, I had one of those rare moments when I just seemed to be bursting with praise and awe and adoration for my most worthy God. Later on I attempted to capture the essence of that praise in my journal:
You are...The healer of the sick, the mender of the broken, the balm for soothing wounds. You are the filler of the empty, the well that can't run dry. You are compassion for the heart-sick, the lover of the unlovely, the answer for the questioner, the hope for the hopeless, the joy for the despondent, the rescuer of the endangered. You breathe life into the dead, seek the unwanted, cry for the unmourned. You are beautiful. You pursue the forsaken, beautify the unlovely, seek the lost, heal the cripple; you forgive the unforgivable, the unforgiven, and the unforgiving. You empower the weak, strengthen the feeble, and cure the sick. You conquer the unwilling, and make willing the conquered.
You choose the worthless to represent you. You choose the weak to defend your Name. Your subjects are not worthy of You, or indeed of anything at all. They are the most unlikely, the least worthy; the unloved, unlovely, and unlovable. Yet, you choose us. You strengthen us to showcase your handiwork. You are not daunted by our worthlessness. Your glory does not diminish on account of the same. Instead, the worthless vessel, the diamond carved from rock, the pottery of simple clay cannot detract from your glory. Your majesty is only magnified. The vessels you fill to overflowing do not diminish the supply of your abundance by even an ounce.
You are sufficient--alone. You are happy--in yourself. You are sustained--without support. You are the supplier of all good gifts with a warehouse never understocked. Your stream never runs dry. You are...You are...You are...!!!
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