I have been amazed the past few weeks at the generosity of God. My prayers have been pitifully simple. Beautifully simple. One day, things just felt like they were completely falling apart around me. All I could muster was "Jesus, help." He brought a continued flow of peace, understanding.
I think it's quite profound that we can approach God with boldness and in our own simplicity he meets us, in his absolute holy power, with gentleness and blessing. Not even one single groan or sigh falls short of the throne of the Most High God. Being a parent has a wonderful way of helping to put things in perspective when it comes to the way that the Father cares for us. If my child is restless in the middle of the night, I know it. If they move around and groan in their sleep, I move in to check on them. Touch their forehead, move them back to their pillow and cover them back up. Not even their unconscious unrest will escape a mommy or daddy.
As imperfect as we are as humans, we still would offer even our physical bodies up for our children. Yet He is divine and His love is perfect. And He never sleeps. I can rest easy tonight knowing he's there to comfort and move me back to the cool side of my pillow when I'm in need. :) Happy Tuesday.
So too the [Holy] Spirit comes to our aid and bears us up in our weakness; for we do not know what prayer to offer nor how to offer it worthily as we ought, but the Spirit Himself goes to meet our supplication and pleads in our behalf with unspeakable yearnings and groanings too deep for utterance. (Romans 8:26 AMP)
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