One of the astounding things about the Scriptures is the humility of God. You see it in everything.
This sovereign King, who upholds all things by the word of His power, is rejected, doubted, and defied repeatedly, yet rather than invoking judgment immediately, He sends His word through prophets who appeal and persuade on His behalf, calling the people to return to the covenant.
Humility because God does not owe anyone His forbearance, even moreso people who are workers of iniquity, whose very breath and existence depend entirely on Him. To watch them rebel and not exert wrath even when it is deserved is great mercy and goes to show the heart of God. One who can possess infinite power and does not get corrupted by His own glory.
He is still able to exercise restraint despite the callousness of His people. And His justice is never the full measure of His wrath. Such that He never stops promising that He will do something new that addresses the problem of sin and evil. And when Christ eventually came to fulfill this promise through His substitutionary atonement, the manner in which it was executed was through gruesome murder on the cross, serving all who will come to believe.
If our God demonstrates His greatness by being lowly and meek, this should be instructive for everyone who names Yahweh as their God. In how we deal with one another, never Lording our rights over others or esteeming ourselves too highly. Perhaps this is why the holy apostle tells us to have this mind of Christ in us; where we are moved by God’s compassion and humility and it drives us unto good works that in turn elevates the lives of those around us.
My greatest grief is not merely that I have sinned against God, but that I have loved Him so little. His mercies have been without measure, yet my affections have been without proportion.
If my heart loved Christ as His infinite worth deserves, obedience would be my delight, prayer my breath, and holiness my joy. Instead, I so often find my heart cold and my affections wandering.
Lord, I grieve not only because I have offended You, but because I have loved You so poorly. You have never ceased to be faithful; only my heart has failed to answer Your love as it ought.
O that I might love Christ more, for every sin is, at its root, a failure to treasure Him as He deserves.
I love reading David’s crash-outs in the Psalms. 😭 One minute he’s praising God, the next he’s pouring out his frustration about evil, injustice, and why the wicked seem to prosper. It’s comforting to know that even a man after God’s own heart brought his hardest questions to God.
We live in a culture that frequently asks, “What do you do?” before asking, “Who are you?” It can make people feel as though their value disappears when they lose a job, take a break from school, experience loneliness, or face difficult seasons. But existence itself carries inherent worth. Every life has meaning that cannot always be measured by income, grades, popularity, or productivity
Actually, you are enough. Even if you don't work.
Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You're enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you'll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it's not the way others existences do.
being a girl is wanting to save money but also wanting your hair done, nails done, gym membership, skincare, cute outfits, and a little treat every day 😭