We welcomed lent yesterday, a time of spiritual discipline, meditation and prayer which begins the season of Easter.
A walk toward the cross: the event of our redemption.
A journey to resurrection: the victory of a living and ruling King Jesus.
I'm thirsty. Thirsty in places that only Jesus can fill and renew, redeem and reclaim. Restore me, Lord. Transform me.
"Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a right spirit within me."
Psalm 51:10
Ashes of repentance. Marked to remind ourselves.
Called to "active voice" humility. To see ourselves rightly.
Rightly reckoned.
Sin seen not for shame's sake, but for true repentance and forgiveness. Accurate rendering.
No platitudes about "it was what it was". Not excusing to ease pain or embarrassment.
"Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation,
And upold me with Thy Holy Spirit."
-Psalm 51:12
Tiny tendrils of new life.
Growth pulsing forth from the hand of God. The One who calls us to newness, wholeness.
Emma cradled in arm, Anna close side-by. Our biggest in front, broad backed and young heart. Enfolded, we walked to the front and received. Received in order to...
And Emma beamed. Heart turned outward in joy. Worship from the inside out.
I have a littlest girl. She knows her Father's voice. She hears sweet in His call, honey in His name.
The hands grasped together: His to hers. They walk. Redeemer and redeemed. Beloved and be-loved.
And I'm thirsty.
This time only forty days. Biblically speaking, a time of testing.
Forty days until the morning comes. It is not yet Friday when we are looking to Sunday.
Forty days for the Lord to cultivate to growth from ash.
To water my heart: the seeds of repentance sown.
His time now.
"O good, gentle Jesus,
Have mercy on us,
Because you created us,
You have redeemed us
With your most precious blood"
- O Bone Jesu, Giovanni P. da Palestrina
To walk. Old Testament code {take the land} for obedience.
Obeying hearts.
My obeying heart.
I have a Maker, too.
He knows my name.
{all images taken from Pottery Barn}
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