In the car driving home. Back ache. Raining, yet sun in my eyes. Tiredness.
My heart is hurting. I feel confused and helpless and just as I'm giving in to the darkly satisfying sense of self-pity, the words of the song playing through my speakers come through.
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea,
A great high priest whose name is Love,
who ever lives and pleads for me...
And I realize that self-pity is stupid. I have a Savior who loves me, watches over me, pleads His blood before the Father on my behalf, blesses me a thousand times over, is preparing a place for me beside Him in eternity. My petty problems are nothing to cry over.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the one risen Son of God!
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thanks for the great reminder. . . now to simply apply it to my life, that is the hard part.
I often need a more realistic perspective like that.
Oh so meaningful to my heart and mind but hardly notable in my actions. Lord help my unbelief.
Amen! I was thinking some similar thoughts today. Thankfully, every day we get to practice this. :)
Simple.
And
True.
Shane and Shane does a body good! Nice kreyne!
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