I still think about the Lord's love for me. I still wonder about it in quiet times. I'm still not used to the truth that a GOD so good could ever care for me as much as he does. Every time i remember it, i implode. Thinking about His love for me destroys all my composure. It's pretty ugly. And i'll always be this way. I'll always marvel at the undeserved love i have from my Father.
My whole being jumps up whenever i look at David (my fiancé). He is evidence of the Lord's favor on me. I'm not rejoicing in the fact that i'm "finally" getting married or that i'm "finally" going to be with someone for the rest of my life. I rejoice at the splendor of GOD's majesty shining on me--bringing me (a lowly servant girl) to a place and season where HE could display his strength in my weakness, His power in my meekness, His greatness in my nothingness. It just seems to me, that the higher up the mountain peak of joy i go, the more i see my small-ness, and the Lord's big-ness. I see the Lord in it all. Even as i am becoming the wife of the most wonderful man i know, my soul testifies that it's all about Jesus, still. Everything is.
Engaged to be married on September 17, 2011 <3 Hallelujah! |