Prayer

"Faith, however, is not intellectual understanding;
faith is a deliberate commitment to the person of Jesus Christ,
even when I can't see the way ahead."

Oswald Chambers

How precious it is to know that God our creator hears our thoughts, our cries and our heartbeats? Recently praying in certain instances and receiving immediate responses have been overwhelming for me. My thoughts go to "I don't deserve such grace from such a Holy One" or "God heard my cry? He heard me? Yet I am so filthy I don't deserve to be heard." I remind my soul that as a human being, God created us to be image-bearers of Him and the enemy comes to kill, steal and destroy, and I am calmer.. Then again those thoughts come into mind.. "Am I indeed cherished by the Creator?" My flesh overwhelms me.. My heart is in a dish of broken pieces that is poking at the seems of this undeserved beating heart and it's only because I have been tossing it around thinking it to be worthless.. Yet, the conclusion is always that despite those truths I am heard.. He hears my cries, He hears my thoughts, my heartbeats.

At times I recognize my heart is hard to fully recognize and understand His glory, too hard to fully acknowledge and weep at the beauty that is bestowed in front of my eyes as creation whirls around in glorifying the Creator. Oh to be like Jesus, how sweet the thought. Oh, to be the apple of His eye, how glorious the immeasurable grace! May He ever be glorified in my life, this wretched sinful life that I have cultivated by my own greed and selfish desires. May I be truly pure as snow, washed by His precious blood to forever to be found in Him.. May those that come across my posts truly come to know how beautiful and holy the Lord is compared to everything and anything.