Monday, April 28, 2014


Most days she prayed, beloved daughter that she is, imagining herself leaning against His knee - His hand gently caressing her head. She felt herself bathed in love because she was. Love itself bent low to hear her every word. Love washed away her guilt and shame and filled her with the sure knowledge of forgiveness. Love waited patiently when her mind wandered, and she thought of a thousand other things. Love poured out grace and mercy to meet the things only He knew she would face.

But there were those other days. Days when her eyes lifted to the heavens, and she was overwhelmed with the greatness of her God. On those days she bent her knees and whispered, "Holy." The very word pressed her to the floor. This loving Father, so tender and approachable, was also the One whose glory fills the whole earth and is so great no one can even look at it. The One who is perfect and righteous, whose wisdom and power is far above anything her mind could conceive. The One, this Holy, Righteous God is mindful of her.

Tears roll onto the carpet, and she worships.

It was in the year King Uzziah died[a] that I saw the Lord. He was sitting on a lofty throne, and the train of his robe filled the Temple. Attending him were mighty seraphim, each having six wings. With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. They were calling out to each other,
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Heaven’s Armies!
    The whole earth is filled with his glory!”
Their voices shook the Temple to its foundations, and the entire building was filled with smoke. Isaiah 6:1-4
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