Which reminds me, delightfully and gratefully, of the natural dryness of my own soul and the overwhelming beauty and satisfaction found in God alone.
Psalm 63.
... an orphan becoming a daughter:
Watching the joyful preparation, reveling in the sweetness of Romans 8 being exemplified, and expectantly waiting for a toothless-7-year-old grin to, one day, smile with the joy of her salvation.
... worshipping with the body:
During corporate worship, hearing a five-year-old answer the question, “What’s heaven like?” with: “Be(ing) with God. And we won’t want to do things we wanted to do on earth.”
Being reminded via the sermon that the promise of eternal life is this: fellowship with God. That our greatest, trial-enduring, joy and righteousness-producing HOPE now is that sweet promise of eternal life.
Being pulled along by my fellow believers. One dear, faithful servant displaying his longing, yearning desire for heaven and it spurring me on to plead that my heart might become more disengaged from this world and, like this believer, inclined toward the hope of heaven…unadulterated fellowship with God alone. Felling inadaqute and stumped in my prayer life, only to be rushed along in the Spirit’s work during a prayer meeting. To experience the joy of prayer and have my heart stimulated in worship, adoration, and wisdom by the heartfelt, Spirit-induced, Word-based, God-centered cries of the body. To be able to then join in prayer with renewed hope, joy, and eager trust in God’s sovereign work because of the dear saints praying around me.
Beautiful!
