You know, I could sleep already, I don’t know what else I need to bring out of my head and into post, but here I am, slowly trying to figure that out, word after word after word. This is totally random, and I barely know where I’m heading with this… so, as usual, I guess I’ll start off with the mainstay:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases.
His mercies never come to an end.
His mercies are new with every morning…
… and all this would cause us to sing, shout, or say, that the faithfulness of our Lord is great, and again, great is Your faithfulness.
I don’t really know why I’m still up. I should be resting. I mean, I just read it, wrote it there: God’s mercies are new with every morning, and I should probably sleep, wake up, and partake of said mercies…
Or maybe I’m just scared of what will happen tomorrow, which is keeping me from sleeping now? No, I definitely want to sleep now, this is really me letting out everything I possibly could just so that when I do hit the hay, I’m properly drained – that is, if my body isn’t necessarily drained, at least I’ve squeezed out everything that I could from my noggin.
The thing is, in spite of the worst happening with everything that’s set to happen tomorrow, I suppose I’m reminding myself as early as the night before that God’s endless mercies are going to be fresh for me. As early as the night before, I ought to be thankful, at the very least – or, if I was really to shout it out, or stamp everything out of me, I’d also throw in that my Lord’s faithfulness is great.
What do I have to worry about tomorrow? I have the endless mercies of God, and I have the great faithfulness of God waiting for me in the future, and I’m realizing it today.
It’s funny, because I’m pulling no stops, taking no chances. I’ve spent a considerable amount of my time today singing and praying, if only to sing to myself, and to say and proclaim God’s promises with my mouth, if only I would hear what I was singing and saying, that the Word I speak would course back to me, and that faith would arise.
Now that I’m writing I suppose the same thing applies – I write, so I could read… but I don’t know, if faith comes by hearing, here, does faith come by reading as well? Wouldn’t the same faith arise if the Word and the utterances of the Spirit were written down, and made their way into other areas of my being by way of my eyes, called the ‘windows of the soul’?
Gosh, I don’t know, I’m probably really just rambling here… and I know, I’m doing my best to increase my word count, just so that I’m that far ahead of my daily quota. I’ll admit, part of why I’m doing this is also to keep my lead ahead, to keep my ‘word surplus’ high so I’m still all set, even on a days where the writer’s block (typist block?) hits.
I’m sorry, you’ve made it this far, and I probably don’t need to ask – This is probably all a fat waste of time for you. Here, I suppose we could make good out of this, by a prayer.
Indeed, let faith arise, let faith come by seeing – or, well, in this case, reading:
Heavenly Father, thank You for the fellow or the gal who’s reading this right now. I don’t know who he or she is, I don’t know what he or she is doing, going through, experiencing, and so on; I don’t know his or her circumstances, identity, and I have nothing on his or her being… but I dare say that regardless of what I don’t know, I DO know one thing, at LEAST one thing – that You sent Your Son, Jesus Christ, to be born, to die, to rise again, and ascend, for this person as well.
I DO know another thing – because You, Jesus, were willing and able to go through all that for whoever’s reading this, as much as You did for me, wretched and corrupted as I am, I know that our everlasting Father LOVES this person as well.
Father, in Your everlasting love, and, as the verse goes, in Your mercies that are new every morning, and in Your great faithfulness, You did not hold Your only Son back – You gave Him up, so that whoever is reading this would be saved; Father, I’m not asking You to convince this person, but I thank You that by the power of Your Holy Spirit, You are showing Your love, mercy, and faithfulness in more ways that one, each and every day, with the hopes that one day, whoever reads this would provide even the smallest opening for Your eternal goodness to overflow into his or her life.
Father, let Your goodness, Your greatness, and most of all, Your everlasting love, be revealed in increasingly overwhelming ways, in my brothers’ and sisters’ lives… that those of us in the body of Christ would continue to be encouraged to live the Life You gave us, and for those who have yet to believe in You, to CHOOSE Life… to choose You, as You have known all there is to know about them, and chose them in love.
I’ve prayed too much, typed too much… Father, may Your love minister to us all, especially in this messed up time, in this messed up world. We need it.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Okay, I’m going to try to sleep now. God bless you.
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