I have a great and genuine affection for singing beautiful songs to my precious Savior.
Songs that are written in a way that focus on truly praising His character, His being, His mighty acts, His abounding love, His . . .you name it----telling Him how wonderful He is-----it just seems right.
So singing this song, Forever Reign by Hillsong United, brims my heart with praise because it is honest and true, and every time I sing it I can relate very intimately with the words on some level. Sometimes it is raw and painful. Sometimes it is soaring joy, shouting from the rooftops. Sometimes it is quiet, peaceful agreement about the truth of all the statements. Always, always it brings me to a great remembrance of Him who is "Holy, Holy, Holy"---and, therefore, I hope . . . in Him. Read these words and think about Him who brings definition to these phrases.
Forever Reign
You are good you are good
When there's nothing good in me
You are love you are love
On display for all to see
You are light you are light
When the darkness closes in
You are hope you are hope
You have covered all my sin
You are peace you are peace
Whom my fear in crippling
You are true you are true
Even in my wandering
You are joy you are joy
You're the reason that i sing
You are life you are life
In you death has lost its sting
Oh i'm running to your arms
I'm running to your arms
The riches of your love will always be enough
Nothing compares to your embrace
Light of the world forever reign
You are more you are more
Than my words will ever say
You are lord you are lord
All creation will proclaim
You are here you are here
In your presence i'm made whole
You are god you are god
Of all else i'm letting go
Hallelujah forever
All the glory forever
All the praise to you
My heart will sing
No other name
Jesus jesus
Forever Reign (Hillsong United)---listen here: http://youtu.be/au3EGgISYMc
I had a wonderful opportunity to sing this song a couple times this past weekend at an event with our students. We spent the weekend reflecting on holiness and The One who IS HOLY. I was blessed by the teaching of the Word and the ushering to the throne of grace in cooperate worship.
As I often do, my mind started going places and remembering things that our Lord has done and shown us as we journey.
One thing I remembered:
After having a miscarriage very early in our first pregnancy, I felt compelled to have a "stone of remembrance" of sorts. Something to look at to remember our child but also God's sovereignty. I came across a Willow Tree figurine of a little boy holding a balloon with the word "hope" written in it
I know some of you may think that I am a little off the rocker, but this little figurine has become a picture in my mind of holding on to the One who can restore and truly bring hope in the midst of darkness and pain and waiting and silence----and in the great big middle of busyness, hustle and bustle of living every day.
In those days, I was heartbroken and yearning. It was dark. I struggled with trusting and relying on God and His promises. I continually forced myself to go back to what I knew (and know) to be true of Him. Where my heart bled, the Spirit testified to my soul--bringing to remembrance all things of Him.
I looked at it like this: holding on to the truth was like holding on to that string attached to the "hope" balloon-----even if holding on by the last thread hold on to the hope found in the Author of our Salvation.
Like, for instance, the woman in Mark 5:25-34. She suffered years of pain and isolation. Her desperate effort to get to Jesus. Just to touch His garment---reaching for the threads---holding on to hope---of even just things she had heard about Him--not even things she knew to be true about Him . . . yet. She said, "If I touch even his garments, I will be made well." Immediately she was healed. Immediately Jesus knew that power had gone our from Him because someone had touched His garment in faith. How many people must have touched Him in that crowd. Yet her touch was different. Just grasping for the edge of His garment. Grasping for hope.
Cling to thread of hope that is the Holy One!
on those who hope in his steadfast love, Psalm 33:18
Maybe this remembrance came to mind in my reflection because----well---honestly, because I needed to be reminded of this rather often. My God is hope-----He is the only thing that I can cling to to have hope. Even more, He is hope because He is Holy. He is not just Holy. He is Holy, Holy, Holy.
And in the words of Isaiah: "Woe is me, for I am ruined!" (6:5)
When confronted with His holiness----it automatically reveals my sinfulness----it brings me to an acute awareness of my need for Him every single second of every single day----and then it makes me marvel at His glorious grace and forgiveness-----and how He brings me hope.
Right now. I need to cling. To trust. As we wait to hold our little boy in Korea. This week I got a precious E-mail that looked a whole lot like a string dangling from above----with a great big invitation to grab hold and hope.
I know this has been a long post----bear with me a little background . . .
We got to send Ye Chan a Christmas present even though he received it well after Christmas. We received some wonderful advice on what kind of presents to send him. We were encouraged to appeal to his senses. So we sent a baby album with family pictures in it, a little blanket that we slept with for a few nights before sending to him so our "smell" would be on it, a recordable photo album, and some clothes and toys.
The recordable photo album we used to introduce ourselves to him. Each of us shared a message with Ye Chan and then shared a scripture blessing with him. Here is a little snip-it:
I am so thankful for those that have gone before us on this journey. For their wisdom and wonderful ideas.
The E-mail: We received an E-mail with an update on Ye Chan this week. We received new pictures. Including our first family picture:
How incredibly awesome is this?!!?!!! And so you might see why I need to be reminded to place my hope in Him who holds all things in His hands. My heart is yearning once again. Every new picture. Half way around the world our son is waiting---and so are we. My precious heavenly Father is in control of this too. He is sovereign over all things. I know this may seem small in the grand scheme of things, but the application is huge to any circumstance we face.
Here is the little blanket. Look at that hair!
I promise-----there is nothing like Hoping in Grace----Oh, I'm running to Your arms!