Monday, June 23, 2008
This day is not mine. I did not create it nor can I control it. I am creation within creation. My only response is to open my eyes to the sunlight and to breathe in the air that my lungs were formed to breathe.
There is beauty and ugliness in this, like all days. I so often forget that I am that beauty and ugliness. I am capable of much. In fact, I will accomplish much with or without intention. If my moments sought only praise and to glorify He who created this day, and me in it, there would be beauty beyond my imagination.
You could be praying today, heavy burdened and interceding. You could be busy today pausing for a moment only to nod toward heaven as you go on your way. You could have no thought of the divine. Of your own creator. Of your own creation.
Today, if you'd like to spend the day with me, I will tell you where to find me. I will spend the day praising. I will dwell in the temple of the Most High God, the gate which only opens to my worship. I may seem to be many places but all that is eternal will be at the throne of grace.
All that matters of me will be at the feet of Christ.
This day, like me, is the creation of God.
1 Kings 9: 3 The LORD said to him: "I have heard the prayer and plea you have made before me; I have consecrated this temple, which you have built, by putting my Name there forever. My eyes and my heart will always be there."