"I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you."
"Then it was you who wounded Aravis?"
"It was I."
"But what for?"
"Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own."
-The Horse and His Boy Chapter 11
Abba You are always with us.
And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.
-Jesus
Most of life doesn't make sense and I usually spend most of my energy trying to guess and predict why You did things and how they will work out. But that isn't how I am suppose to live. I am suppose to come to You every morning with an empty stomach and faith that there will be manna on the ground. I am suppose to step out of the boat and into the water amidst a storm and know that I will be able to stand firm. My mind instantly tries to find reason and purpose in every situation.
"Oh this must be for my discipline"
"Oh this must be a blessing"
"Oh this must be a sign"
"Oh this must be what You want me to do"
But that isn't how life works. That isn't the kind of God You are. Sometimes stuff happens in this life and that's it. As far as my perspective goes. Sometimes You take stuff away and I will never know why. Sometimes You give me things and I never know why. Sometimes pain strikes without purpose or reason from my perspective.
The Purpose of my life isn't to spend it finding purpose. It is to worship You, period. So Jesus, This morning I thank You for another day. I ask for my daily bread. I ask that You forgive me my sins and change me to forgive my offenders. All glory, all honor, all praise to You. Please let Your Kingdom come!
and i ached for my heart like some tin man
The Stable Song - Gregory Alan Isakov
"Then it was you who wounded Aravis?"
"It was I."
"But what for?"
"Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own."
-The Horse and His Boy Chapter 11
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.This life doesn't always make sense. We can only see from our own perspective. But I do know that You cause everything to work together for the good of Your children. No matter what I get myself into or what this world throws at me I know that You are with me always.
-Romans 8
And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.
-Jesus
Most of life doesn't make sense and I usually spend most of my energy trying to guess and predict why You did things and how they will work out. But that isn't how I am suppose to live. I am suppose to come to You every morning with an empty stomach and faith that there will be manna on the ground. I am suppose to step out of the boat and into the water amidst a storm and know that I will be able to stand firm. My mind instantly tries to find reason and purpose in every situation.
"Oh this must be for my discipline"
"Oh this must be a blessing"
"Oh this must be a sign"
"Oh this must be what You want me to do"
But that isn't how life works. That isn't the kind of God You are. Sometimes stuff happens in this life and that's it. As far as my perspective goes. Sometimes You take stuff away and I will never know why. Sometimes You give me things and I never know why. Sometimes pain strikes without purpose or reason from my perspective.
The Purpose of my life isn't to spend it finding purpose. It is to worship You, period. So Jesus, This morning I thank You for another day. I ask for my daily bread. I ask that You forgive me my sins and change me to forgive my offenders. All glory, all honor, all praise to You. Please let Your Kingdom come!
and i ached for my heart like some tin man
The Stable Song - Gregory Alan Isakov