On Wednesday, Steve talked about a wedding. Oh, that I might be redefined by love, and clothed in white; that I might walk down that aisle and meet the One who sees me. Hosea speaks of being betrothed:
“I will betroth you to Me in righteousness and justice, in steadfast love, and in mercy. I will even betroth you to Me in stability and in faithfulness, and you shall know (recognize, be acquainted with, appreciate, give heed to, and cherish) the Lord. And in that day I will respond, says the Lord; I will respond to the heavens [which ask for rain to pour on the earth], and they shall respond to the earth [which begs for the rain it needs]…”
How I crave that. The loss of sight of everything else in the presence of the Lord, knowing only love and mercy, being steadfast. What does it truly mean to be a bride? For better or worse, I crave you. No matter what this life brings my way, be it hell or high water, my hands will remain open.
A wife of noble character: strength and dignity are her clothing, and she smiles at the days to come. Father, show me. I am wrought with anxiety. Teach me to smile at the days to come, knowing that you will be good, regardless of the appearance of circumstances.
Do I worry that he is not sovereign and good? Perhaps. But what father, if his child asks for bread, would give him a stone? What is it that I truly fear? If he has clothed the lilies, if he really is so different than anything I have ever known: strength and dignity are but elementary in his craft.
Tear down the walls, Fountain. Burst through and saturate me with grace.