I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised. So shall I be saved from enemies. The Lord lives and blessed be the rock. Let the God of my salvation be exalted.
The longer I live, the more sure I am that He is sovereign and to be exalted. He knows my going out and coming in and He knows exactly when and how to orchestrate people and events to His glory and majesty, while making these same things the best for His people in the end. I see it over and over. Sometimes the waiting hurts. Sometimes, I am not tracking with the order of His plans. Sometimes I wonder, momentarily, if He is seeing the evil in this world around me. Sometimes I doubt, but he supplants the doubt with both evidence and faith, when I am in His Word.
But even that waiting is good–building my faith and my tolerance-for-suffering or for persecution or for trials; and pointing out to me, in no uncertain terms, that He is sovereign and I am loved. There are certain points in which I cannot know if the answer is imminent or reserved–if the comfort is just around the bend in this road or in eternity. But I do now that the God of all comfort has my advocate at His right hand. My high priest is right there in the Holy of holies for Cindy Colley, personally.
The One who wore the crown of thorns has exchanged it for His crowned position on the right hand of my Father’s throne. MY Father! It’s how I begin my prayers and it is still utterly amazing to me that I can call the God of the universe my own Father. He pities me in the way that Glenn has shown compassion over and over to our biological children; only He does it flawlessly.
Tonight in the podcast, we will see Jesus as the temple visionary. We will see Him as the chief cornerstone, the builder, the foundation, the veil tearer, the sacrifice on the altar, the high priest and the manna. We will see Him in all these temple places and we will remember that we are living stones. I want to stay near the chief cornerstone by which the plumb line of righteousness has been set. May I always call upon the Lord.
You will experience days in your life that are monumental for your eternity’s destination. On those days, may you be in a safe place. May you be a stone in the building, aligned with the chief cornerstone, rather than a stumbling block in the path of those who may be searching for His holy temple, the church.
More air than I can ever breathe
If you are among those who prayed for Brother Kovalenko, please read this letter I received from his wife, Brooke. Prayer is not always answered in the way we think best and, for this, we praise Him. He gives us what is truly best. Either way, it is so very comforting to know that our Calvary-blood relatives are praying us through. Here’s Brooke’s letter. I have a feeling, she will never be the same and that what she is becoming through trials is better than what she has ever been!
Okay! Just let me take a minute today to tell you about my amazing sister-friend out in Stockton, California who can carry not just a tune in her bucket, but lyrics that are scripturally beautiful and harmonies that will make you want to pick your part and go! Kathleen Ferrell wrote a song for a little gift of encouragement for Glenn and me; and there, in my mailbox was the sheet music, with original scoring and access to the youtube spot to hear it. I want you to be able to hear it, too, along with all of her beautiful contributions to our worship praise in the church.
It was just a regular Monday post office run…dropping off packages of books. I noticed that the big green truck parked beside me had the driver door ajar, but both my hands were full and, besides, maybe I shouldn’t close someone else’s truck door. (What if I locked someone out or something?) Upon entering the tiny little building, I was a bit frustrated to see that some little woman had beat me to the one customer window. Not only had she barely beat me in there, but she had obviously packaged her stuff all wrong and the one employee behind the window was having to take off layers and layers of stubborn duct tape, get a new box and then re-package it all over again! My stomach was growling, I had so much to do and my boxes were awfully heavy. Still, I forced a smile and said, “No problem. Sometimes packaging stuff is just hard to do.”