Commitment. This looks like me sprawled out backwards on my bed, finishing off an email, desperately wanting to sleep, then right as I’m about to close my Macbook Air and crawl into my pajamas and under the covers… I’m reminded of my commitment to write every day. Can I groan outwardly for a second? Gah.
Okay, all done now. He is so good. For I started this day with a dying of self and ending this day with a dying of self. It’s a harsh routine. But oh-so-worth-it. It’s only when I let go of my rights do I get to see Him love me even more, and love through me, and show His character each day.
Character. He’s a good daddy. Not the one I thought He was, unconnected with who I am intrinsically, but the one who desires what’s best for me, and not the quick fix… who knows me… the one who loves me, even in the little things, who tells me what I should do, after I’ve prioritized relationship with Him in the morning… who says give it to me and oh it will all be okay.
Why does He love me so well? Why does He show me mercy? Why does He speak so sweetly? Why does He wash away the past pains of my own life? Why does He provide me with a home? A place of belonging?
Well. I know… He made a commitment to me. Not just to me, though. To you. To us. He promised that He would love us… forever. Not like humans make promises- His words are worth everything. He means what He says. So when He speaks… oh, Kayla, take heed! Because there is so much more.
“Let us acknowledge the Lord;
let us press on to acknowledge him.
As surely as the sun rises,
he will appear;
he will come to us like the winter rains,
like the spring rains that water the earth.”