Just for Me
This morning I awakened early (about 5:30) and went into the city to serve at the Urban Prayer Breakfast, a program that seeks to have table fellowship with the homeless and working poor every weekday morning, where I have been working a couple of mornings a week for the last couple of years.
As I began my commute, I looked up into the sky–bright blue rising from a fiery horizon. The distant-most clouds were bleached white from the rising sun’s illumination, while nearer was a streaked patchwork of grayish blue. It was magnificent.
As I consumed the view, my heart began to realize that it was for me. That my Father had painted the sky that morning just for me. Tears welled up.
I am used to thinking of God creating for us, but not for me. I know God loves me, likes me, even delights at me, but it’s most-often hard for my heart to believe it. I think, “of course God will equip me for His work,” but that He would give me a gift of such decadence, of such abundance and excess, remains difficult for me to even begin to comprehend (and at times to accept).
Thinking of God as my Father, as my Savior, as my Lord, is so much easier for me than thinking of Him as my Lover. But what an act of passion, romance, and pursuit for Him to paint the heavens this morning just for me!
