It’s always interesting to see how God uses life to mold His children into Christ-likeness. Tonight, as I sit here thinking about how much I need to do around my home, I’m distracted. Distracted with the things that Christ is working in my heart. Distracted by the Holy Spirit; can that be called “distraction?”
I am always amazed at how God draws me back to Himself. Sometimes it’s almost forcefully; with a firm love for my wayward soul. Sometimes its with a gentle tug when I read the Word or sit under good teaching. This past week has been a series of gentle tugs through many circumstances, and I sit here in awe of Christ: The very creator of the world, who didn’t count equality with God a thing to be grasped, got His hands dirty in the lives of men. He humbled himself to the point of death on a cross and then defeated death three days later. He now resides at the right hand of the Father interceding on my behalf. He’s still getting His hands dirty (via the Holy Spirit) and tuning my heart to sing of His grace.
Oh what wonder lies in the power of God!
I don’t think that anyone can truly know of God’s majesty, until they see the change that He’s wrought in them. It is by God’s grace and power that I am not the same woman I was 5 years ago or even 2 days ago. The last part of Ephesians chapter 1 says that the same power that raised Jesus Christ from the dead is now living within believers, working mightily within them. The same power that pulled God from the grave is working wonders in my heart and I’ve fallen privy to see those wonders this week.
Two things have been popping up in my mind all day today as I’ve been in awe of the cross on which my Savior hung and subsequently defeated:
-When Paul said in Romans 7, “Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin.”
-The words to “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing:”
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Now back to cleaning…