Shattering the illusion of your insignificance

We can so easily weigh up our lives and compare them to how the rest of the world is doing. We can so easily try and figure out what we have achieved against what our brothers, our neighbours or our friends have done.

And that's when God says: "Don't!" God took such great care in creating you unique. You have fingerprints, voiceprints, eyeprints and DNA, that's you, totally uniquely. Before you there was no-one like you and after you, although your children might carry parts of your DNA, there will be no-one like you.

Our God, the God of the Bible, makes salvation and His relationship with you personal. He says that He has counted the hair on your head. He says that your name is engraved on the palm of His hand. He says that even if a mother could forget her child, He would never forget you.

He makes a covenant with you - a binding agreement. He loves us, even before we might decide to love Him back.

If you are struggling today, you look back at your life and you seem to feel just average, if you do not get the recognition from those around you, if you actually just wish this life could have been different or be done with, God wants to remind you, that you are unique, and His love for you is special. 

You were not an accident. You're being here, was not by fate. God still has a plan for you. He has chosen you for this time, for this moment, for this situation.

Jesus, dying on the cross, for you - means that it shatters all illusions of insignificance. You are important to God and throughout His word, He takes special care to show you that He cares about individuals - the son who was forgotten with the flock of sheep, the Samaratin woman who was despised by her own people, the fishermen who grew up with the locals. 

He doesn't ask you to be great in terms of worldly standards. All He asks of you is to love Him, in whatever way you are able to.

Lord, thank you for reminding me that I am significant in your eyes. Help me to see myself the way you see me.

By grace alone

 

And it struck me, as if for the first time.  But for grace, I wouldn't have been here.

God could have struck us sinful people of the face of the earth, but He didn't.  He decided to keep us.  He could have never sent His Son to make a way back to Him, but He did.  He didn't have to. 

God could have placed me in a home where intellectualism would defy the Creator of the Universe.  He could have, but He didn't.

God could have let me born in a place where another god was said to be god and I would never have heard the sweet name of Jesus.  He could have, but He didn't.

God could have let me be born in a place where I was never allowed to read a Bible, would have been prosecuted for speaking about Jesus and fear for my life in a war torn world, but He didn't.

He could have had me be born in a family where the widespread abuse of us as children, could have left deep scars for life.  He didn't have to give me a family that knows and loves God.  He didn't have to give me a mother and father that stay on their knees carrying their children, but He did.

God didn't have to reveal Himself to us in nature. He could have made the world ugly, we had no right to expect more.  He could have, but He didn't.

God could have kept quiet, not let His Spirit dwell in us, who are weak and sinful and so feeble in our feelings.  But He didn't.

God could have left me and forsaken me.  He could have let me keep on sinning and being an abomination in His eyes, but He saved me, He loved me.  He didn't have to, but He did.

God could have had me born blind, or deaf, or different-abled.  And I would have missed a part of His wonderful world.  He could have, but he didn't.

God could have never sent His Son, to die on a cross for us, me and you.  He could have never been born in a manger, and never experienced what it was like to be human, and never have known fear, and hatred, and loneliness.  He could have just stayed in perfect trinity and never have known what it feels like to feel abandoned by God.  He could have turned around at the cross and said it was too hard.  He could have gone to hell and after all the rejection and deception and denounciation, decided we were just not worth it, he could have done so many other things that would have left us lost and forgotten and unsaved.  He could have, but He didn't.

And then it strikes me.  And I crumble and I cry.  Here I am - by grace - by the unmerited favour of God.  I am loved and forgiven and released and free.  God didn't have to save me for I definitely did not deserve it.  But He did.  And that is glorious grace.

twilight

the city sighs a silent sigh
tucks her head into the fold
of the mountain up high
breathes out the day of another
lacklustre rat race
wonders about the purpose of it all
and reluctantly falls asleep -
today was a very long day....

your hand in the small of my back  

makes half promises

of hopes that will be thwarted

dreams that will be still born

futures that will remain unanswered

it's time not to be moved. 

Thief

away with you oh handsome one
who stole my heart
and hence to come and
return it still

the only problem
it seems to be
that i identified for all to see
you left the box and rode of quick,
and kept hwat was inside you shit

so away with you, you cleptomaniac
and leave me
here
without no heart

who needs a broken one anyway

Love song

Into me You see

You see me
You
see
me

Into me You be
You be
You be with me, in me

With me then you walk
Yes You walk and talk
with me
yes me

Into me You see
and when You see me
You love
   me
yes, all of me

Hope

hope is a rainbow

on a grey afternoon

forgotten promises

like a fragrance discovered

reminiscent of

faith

that once

was

let us not wait in vain

let us not hope

until all is shrivelled

and forgotten