The fullness of His blessing

It might sound like an echoing of one favorite preacher's most recent quote but, like Jerry Savelle, I do want to have the fullness of God's blessing. My small mind doesn't naturally dwell on what "fullness" means. I assume I already know what full is, as opposed to what is not full. But this is probably where the actual smallness comes into play: we assume that we know what God has in store for us; we believe that we, in our boxed concept of human intelligence, know the boundaries that fullness satisfies.

The amazing revelation is that, apart from supernatural understanding, we can have the whole thing, the beyond-every-imagination kind of God's fullness. When we come to know and believe that He is who He says He is and that His Word is alive and real and as faithful as He is, then we will know that the fullness of His blessing is already here even before our mind can conjure its depth and meaning.

When I experience His light in the same arena as that of some of our own time's honorable men and women of God, I thank Him for such a wonderful blessing and for the chance to know more about Him. Even a brief glimpse of His blessing stirs up faith in my heart. It is a spiritual privilege to know Him in the same light as our precious leaders, to see the magnitude of His love for us, to believe that His purpose is to abundantly bless us beyond any measure.

I sometimes think: Why is it that He leaves it up to us to lean on faith so strong, to not even doubt that everyday brings immeasurable, limitless, surpassing blessings? It is up to us to receive, and not doubt. When His Handiwork in our faithful hearts becomes the wide-open door to His blessings' full manifestation, His Glory shines...

Turning another digit towards a long life

We all have birthdays every year, unless you're a leap year celebrant; which means that another year older takes a lot longer than the usual. My turning another digit happened just recently. I distinctly heard the drop of another number, much like New York's countdown annual ball drop; another move of the hour hand to declare the end of another history or another beginning; another statement: I am not my old age anymore. As a matter of fact, I represent another digit, a new and higher number.

And in fact, I refuse to use the word "old" anymore. What is "old" anyway? Your pair of old sneakers might be old to you, but looking good to me - well-cared for, had a lot of miles to it, developed some character, a vintage. So when I wake up from now on, I decide not to be old, but to move healthy, blood-pumping digits toward a long life: to be well-cared for, gain more mileage, insurrect character into anything lackluster, be all the vintage I can be!

Irreplaceable

It's funny how we all have those little quirks and ways about us that become like our own seal or brand; this same brand that sets us apart from anyone else. I wonder sometimes if, from the time I was in my mom's belly, these same quirks had already started to grow to become a permanent part of my dna.

I already knew that God created my inmost being and that He knitted me together in my mother's womb. What fascinated me was that He made me so different from my own family, from my own friends, even from strangers that there is not one person in this world that could be identified as my own self. Just me. And then this singular person developed quirks and nuances that added more layers and fabric to my being, to say the least.

I am enamored and awed and completely out of words.