O to grace how great a
debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a
fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord,
I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O
take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
{Robert Robinson, 1758}
Opening my journal I see words scrolled
across the page like threads sewn tightly in a desperate attempt to
mend, and they pull at the fray of my wandering heart. I shuffled
through my book bag in eager search for a pen to write with but all I
found was this pencil...
Today I stole a few
moments of quiet to read and commune with God. It felt like I was
saying to the Lord, “I've missed you,” the way I did with my dear
friend this week when we finally got together over coffee.
You can have a
friend for only a short time and know she is a kindred soul, a
connection that runs deep in the marrow. A friend can be family, the
way a name runs through bloodlines and it's written into you.
I think about
that, how blood has connected me to my own family, and how the blood
of the Lamb has joined me with a new family, not born of my flesh but
born of God's spirit; how the blood of our kinsman redeemer was
spilled upon a rock, and by that shed blood we are all related, we
who believe on his name.
My God and
savior restores unto me a rightful place in his kingdom family, and
each time I come before the cross I am in the presence of family. So
when we are apart, it is not because we have been severed, but it's
likely I've drifted for a time.















