“Cause me to hear Your Loving Kindness in the morning for I trust You.”
“…Cause me to hear…Cause me to hear…Cause me to hear…”
My heart beats so fast and my hands shake. To think that He cares. To think that His Word is real…really real. That I can count on every syllable to be as real as the bed I sit on or the coon cat at my side. Oh if I could only tell the world…no…convince the world that God is real and that His Word counts not just for something prophetic and wise but Truth itself.
I am just a nobody, a simpleton in Christian eyes maybe less, a sinner in His eyes, certainly more…a little grain of sand living in a little apartment in a little town in a little state. Why would He care that I am? And why does He take such good care to let me know I am. But He does! He probably has always but I have been too busy screwing up my own version of life to notice.
I could go back and connect the dots, my past leading to this very moment. Other writers have said it better…that every decision and action that I have ever taken has led me to this very point in time..the who I am at this very moment. But for me at this time, that is only a half truth…for I am at this very moment only who I am because Jesus lived, died but mostly because He resurrected. Resurrection puts Him at God’s table.
Resurrection places The Crown upon His head. Not just man. Not just teacher and prophet. But the living example of God’s life in man, ascended to His rightful place beside The Father. Son of Man. Son of God. This is more than belief. This life of mine makes no sense without it. I mean, even with it I fail, but with it I get up, call upon Him for help..”Everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.”, and with it start again or continue on…either way, I do not continue or start over alone. He is with Me. And with that Truth and Knowledge I can and to my surprise do.
Oh yes, it’s always a surprise. As much as my lips give service to trust, I am always surprised when He steps in and says “I am here. Try this.” I stop in my tracks and say “No way! You really care!” every time as if His caring is a new thing every time. So I guess it’s not real trust, it is a step beyond Hope. Whatever it is, I cherish it. It is the best I can do for now.
I have never been able to memorize His Word. I have read about all the greats who did this exercise and grew in His Walk, but no matter how hard I try, that is not my thing. A woman I met years ago suggested I just ask Him. I did. Nothing. Until now! Now I (He chose the book to use. Is He really responsible for everything?) read the quote of the day fromPROVERBS 31 DEVOTIONALSpresented by Christian App Empire atwork while folding hotel laundry for eight to ten hrs every night, repeating the quote of the day over and over. By the end of Wednesday night I’ve got it. But even by Saturday, I can still remember it. That has never happened before! And by Sunday I use it as a prayer. It always seems so new, this revelation…THAT HE CARES.
But more than He just cares. He cares about me…I mean the real me…the me who loves to watch Marvel Movies and TV series about super heroes. Do you hear me? I am just a normal human being working to keep a roof over my head and extra cash in my pocket, who is trying to understand how to play video games to keep up with the grandson, who needs to do laundry because I have no clean clothes. Not a wise old saint or even a young religious leader. Not even the writer I had envisioned when in the 70’s at school. Just a denim flannel short haired woman whose feet ache from standing all day and who loves kids and young adults. Oh and Budweiser three at a time. See? Nothing special. Absolutely nothing special. Except in His Eyes. We seem to be all special in His Eyes.
I sat outside with a coffee ( cold brew in a mason jar, grounds floating on top. Guess I didn’t strain it right). Usually I read His Word. Proverbs over and over. And Psalms in the Benedictine order, but not this morning. Those books were in the car, and well coffee called, so I just sat. Then I thought maybe the quote would do for a morning prayer: “Cause me to hear your loving kindness in the morning for I put my trust in you.” Still so easy even after two weeks.
Then I saw in my mind’s eye Peter Quill of Marvel Studio’s Guardians of the Galaxy holding the blue globe of creative energy. And in my mind’s ear I heard, “This is the vision of your life that you have been searching for, hunting for. Open your hands and receive it even as he has received it from his father.”
He loves us right where we are. Even in a Marvel movie. Right where we are! And I want the whole world to know!
Oh yes, it’s always a surprise. As much as my lips give service to trust, I am always surprised when He steps in and says “I am here. Try this.” I stop in my tracks and say “No way! You really care!” every time as if His caring is a new thing every time. So I guess it’s not real trust, it is a step beyond Hope. Whatever it is, I cherish it. It is the best I can do for now.
But more than He just cares. He cares about me…I mean the real me…the me who loves to watch Marvel Movies and TV series about super heroes. Do you hear me? I am just a normal human being working to keep a roof over my head and extra cash in my pocket, who is trying to understand how to play video games to keep up with the grandson, who needs to do laundry because I have no clean clothes. Not a wise old saint or even a young religious leader. Not even the writer I had envisioned when in the 70’s at school. Just a denim flannel short haired woman whose feet ache from standing all day and who loves kids and young adults. Oh and Budweiser three at a time. See? Nothing special. Absolutely nothing special. Except in His Eyes. We seem to be all special in His Eyes.
I sat outside with a coffee ( cold brew in a mason jar, grounds floating on top. Guess I didn’t strain it right). Usually I read His Word. Proverbs over and over. And Psalms in the Benedictine order, but not this morning. Those books were in the car, and well coffee called, so I just sat. Then I thought maybe the quote would do for a morning prayer: “Cause me to hear your loving kindness in the morning for I put my trust in you.” Still so easy even after two weeks.
Then I saw in my mind’s eye Peter Quill of Marvel Studio’s Guardians of the Galaxy holding the blue globe of creative energy. And in my mind’s ear I heard, “This is the vision of your life that you have been searching for, hunting for. Open your hands and receive it even as he has received it from his father.”