You called me out upon the waters… where feet may fail.
I thought I was done with being scared of grace, but I guess I’m not.
I again find myself struggling to look at the face of this merciful, beautiful, gracious, and glorious God that is so good.
I just want to run away and hide, go self-destruct for a few hours. Maybe pull a Noah and grow some vineyards and get chocolate wasted and hide in a cave.
My study of Scripture lately has been pretty good, maybe too good, because I feel like ripping some cloth and crying out Woe is me…
None are righteous. We’re all so completely lost without Him, and our righteous deeds are like blood stained rags.
I can’t stand it, He’s just too good and kind and glorious.
And despite knowing this amazing God, I’m still someone that worries and gets scared, and I still have wants and desires that do not bring glory to Him.
Were it not for His Spirit, I would be so helpless and just unable to live a life that is pleasing to Him.
You stand alone, I stand amazed.