Priorities shift. Joy overflows. Thankful prayers pour out.
She's finally here!
We rush to greet newness.
Tears fill eyes. Her journey here was such a struggle! But Praise be to God... she is here now. The wonder of it all creates this beautifully quiet, holy place filled with smiles and hugs and relief and peaceful joy.
God has graced us! Eva Grace is welcomed with loving arms.
It is right that our worlds should stop to acknowledge this gift. It is right that our words be taken away in wonder.
How deep the Father's love for us.
She's finally here!
We rush to greet newness.
Tears fill eyes. Her journey here was such a struggle! But Praise be to God... she is here now. The wonder of it all creates this beautifully quiet, holy place filled with smiles and hugs and relief and peaceful joy.
God has graced us! Eva Grace is welcomed with loving arms.
It is right that our worlds should stop to acknowledge this gift. It is right that our words be taken away in wonder.
How deep the Father's love for us.
He gives us this new gift.
He gives us the gift of newness.
His mercies are new every morning. He has made us new creations in Him. It is right that our worlds should stop to acknowledge this gift. It is right that our words be taken away in wonder.
He gives us the gift of newness.
His mercies are new every morning. He has made us new creations in Him. It is right that our worlds should stop to acknowledge this gift. It is right that our words be taken away in wonder.
Why do I struggle to rise to be with Him?
I lose sleep in anticipation of the newness He holds for me. A hope-filled sacrifice.
Faithfully rewarded with joy.
I stop and accept His offer of daily newness.
Priorities shift. Joy overflows. Thankful prayers pour out.
"Remain in me... I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete..."
~from John 15
I stop and accept His offer of daily newness.
Priorities shift. Joy overflows. Thankful prayers pour out.
He holds nothing back in showing the beauty of newness.
| How deep the Father's love for us, How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing loss, The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the chosen One, Bring many sons to glory Behold the Man upon a cross, My sin upon His shoulders Ashamed I hear my mocking voice, Call out among the scoffers It was my sin that held Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I know that it is finished I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast in Jesus Christ His death and resurrection Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer But this I know with all my heart His wounds have paid my ransom. But this I know with all my heart... His wounds have paid my ransom. |
3 comments:
Thank you. For the reminders. That help shift priorities.
Definitely teared up a little reading this. She (along with all new little lives) really is such a blessing and a reminder of the hope we have in Him.
I really appreciate the reminder that I should rise with joy in anticipation of the newness that he holds for me each day. I love the way God makes you look at the world and I love that I get to see it this way too through you =)
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