Better Than I Know

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How does He do it?

How does He know?

How my heart aches; how my heart bends; how my heart reacts; what my heart needs…

He was there.

He is here.

He will be…

My grandmother was one of those women that truly loved The Lord. In one conversation with her, you knew that the Lord’s light radiated out of her. She never wanted to tell others about her suffering or pain. She tended to push through and put aside any physical hurt. She put others’ needs in front of her own- one I would call selfless.

We were close. Though it has been twelve years since I have seen her, I now know that our bond was spiritual. She would send me scriptures and ask me about my life. How I look back on that wishing for more time! More conversation.

On one Saturday morning, God revealed a scripture to me during a quiet moment with Him. It had been a while since I gave Him some time. You know what I’m talking about… The Spirit nudges you to spend some time with Him… Sometimes you push the feeling aside thinking- I have so much to do right now. This time, thankfully I listened.

He lead me to Isaiah 57: 1-2.

1 The righteous perish,
and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
to be spared from evil.

2 Those who walk uprightly
enter into peace;
they find rest as they lie in death.

Within two hours of my quiet time, my grandmother passed away suddenly with a health complication.

He knows.

He’s here.

He loves us.

And

He loves those He takes.

God knew how to communicate with me that day. He knows me better than I know.

As I look into the stars
Pondering how far away they are
How You hold them in Your hands
And still You know this man
You know my inner most being, oh
Even better than I know, than I know myself
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I, what am I
As I look off into the distance
Watching the sun roll on by
Beautiful colors all around me, oh
Painted all over the sky
The same hands that created all of this
They created you and I
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I
That You might die, that I might live
What am I, what am I, what am I, what am I
What am I
What am I
What am I
What am I
What am I

Please YouTube the song, ”Beautiful” my Shawn McDonald.

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