You know, it makes me scratch my head every time I realize God, who created the mountains, the oceans, the heavens and all forms of life, chooses humanity for company. It makes me stop and wonder when I remember that He who gave lions their majesty and dolphins their swiftness,  fashioned towering redwood trees and intricate insect wings, created humankind just to be close to.

God is infinitely tuned into me, to us.  It’s the cry of the human heart that reaches Him above all the clamor of creation.  It’s the prayer of His child He listens for more than anything else.  It’s  human tears He has promised to one day wipe away.  It’s His human Bride for whom He is preparing a place, and her adoration that delights Him beyond what I can even begin to understand.

This God, who is so tuned into me, to us, makes me fall silent with wonder.  He makes me draw my breath and gasp with the realisation of being so undeservedly cherished.  He makes me blush with school girlish delight that He so determinedly pursues me.  He makes me yearn to sit quietly at His feet silently trying to fathom the depths of such unexpected Love. 

This God who is so tuned into me more and more so makes me want to be tuned into Him back…..seriously.

 Windstorm

Asleep?  You say He’s sleeping? 

But how? 

With this wind tearing at our faces

And waves as high as mountains

Pounding the ship’s bow?

I’ve lived half my life upon this sea

And sailed through many a squall

But a storm like this I’ve never seen

This sea would kill us all!

 

Master, do you not care for us?

Our little boat cannot withstand these seas

I’ve never fought a storm so wild!

This eerie darkness fills us all with dread

This howling wind chills us to the bone

The sea will surely take us under

Unless you rouse and save us

I know we’ll soon be dead!

 

You think I sleep?  No, I only rest

Wearied by the needs of man

I lay my head down softly

Upon My Father’s breast

I fear no towering ocean

Or raging driven storm

I am the Word that was with God

Before wind or sea took form

 

It’s not this storm you need to fear

Nor the waves that roar and rage

It’s the tempest deep within you

Makes you cry out to be saved

I am not moved by nature’s worst

Or stirred by fears of death

But desperate cries of desperate men

Have power to pierce my rest!

 

Where is your faith in Me?

Have you not yet understood

That everything has changed?

I walk upon these waters

And the wind bows to My Name

You see the waves grow calm again

You see the skies grow clear

If My creation trusts in Me

How is it that you fear?

 

Do you not believe I am

Who I say I am?

I came to lay Me down and dying set you free

And rising I will bring you rest

Do you still not understand?

This peace you see before you now

It’s Mine, surpassing knowledge

It’s yours as well if you’ll believe

And leaving all, just follow!

From Mark 4:36-41

 

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