Obedience: my act of love
My hands were raised this morning while worshipping. I felt bathed in grace and surrounded by love. Our family has the privilege to worship among like-minded believers, each walking through their own journeys. I can lift my hands in praise and with joy. Eyes closed, arms up, as if reaching for my father, for my daddy. Abba, a tender word, an acknowledgment of Father's power and role of power in my life. We sang and I felt the tears of surrender resolutely press against my eyelashes and spill down my cheeks. Tears wash my cheeks as my hands remain lifted, like a gentle rain pouring out His acceptance, His tender calling me; by name, the name He knew before I was even born. Joy filled tears that nothing I can do, that I have done, or will do will separate me from His love for me. Abba, Father, Creator, Provider: He loves me, with depth, with resolution, with sincerity, and with depth. As this love washes over my being, as I am surrounded by what he offers, my follow up r