Give thanks to the LORD for He is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1
His goodness plots the course of the sun and clouds to create a beautiful scene. Though the beauty of the moment is fleeting His goodness and love are everlasting.
Thank You Lord that Your love is not limited by my ability to put it into words or to take a picture.
It is greater than my imagination. It is not measured by what I deserve. It does not stop when I wander off, or get caught in a storm. His love seeks me out and brings me back. I cannot diminish it, but I can increase it by receiving His love and giving it away. It surrounds me like a shield, and guides me on the right path. God’s love gives me freedom to be all that He created me to be. His love washes over me and will never leave nor forsake me. I don’t have to worry about tomorrow, because God’s love and mercy will greet me like the sunrise with beauty and glory.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed. for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23
Give thanks to the LORD for He is good. His love endures forever.
At the time of Last Supper Jesus announced: The Son of Man will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Man! It would be better for him if he had not been born. Matthew 26:24
Judas walked with Jesus. He talked with Jesus. He witnessed the miracles of Jesus. He was chosen by Jesus. Yet he betrayed Jesus and ran off in shame. In trying to undo what he had done, he turned away from God’s grace in Jesus and punished himself.
Peter walked with Jesus. He talked with Jesus, He witnessed miracles by Jesus He was chosen by Jesus. Yet he betrayed Jesus 3 times and ran off in shame. In time, Peter humbly turned from his failure to receive God’s grace in Jesus.
The difference between them is Peter chose to humble himself, and Judas chose to punish himself.
Woe to those who refuse to admit their need. Ignoring the cross, where Christ did bleed. Bemoaning their failure, counting their dross. Too proud to bow before the cross. This eulogy of the forlorn… Better off to had never been born.
There is something more terrible than all your shame, and that is trying to live with it.
I have nightmares that make me weep. Dark thoughts unbidden from the deep. Disturbing dreams that make me wonder, Where did I get their ugly thunder? The haunting of my sleep.
Then I think of Joseph, the dreamer from of old. A baker asked Joseph what his dream foretold. In this nightmare birds picked at his bread. “It means three days till you’re hanged and dead.”
Shaken I ask, “What’s my dream’s meaning?” This ugliness my mind is weaving. Do they reflect what I am inside? Take them, please take them, I can’t abide.
The Lord’s response:
Three days I spent in death’s dark terror, that your nightmares may be condemned as error. I arose with dawn just and true. be assured I have good dreams for you, Remember this, the fight’s been won. My mercy is new as the coming sun.
Each morning I awake of this I know, His unfailing love won’t me let go. So if fears and hurts plague your thought, Know that each one He has bought and buried forever in the deepest hell. That you might draw joy from salvation’s well.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. Psalm 23:4-5