Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us. Ephesians 3:20**
Even my wildest dreams pale when matched against Your offering. Father, you are more. In every way, more.
To think … I serve a God who takes my most intimate request – the request of my ages – and says dream bigger. Oh Father of dreaming, You lift my gaze from the impossible to the One who makes the impossible His footstool. You are higher.
My greatest hopes for my life in You are but a shadow of what is possible with You as the author. I write the book and You say, at its conclusion, this is just the prelude.
You are limitless, God, and being by very nature without limits, You share this inheritance with the least of these. With me. I receive sonship and You say never ending rivers of mercy and love. I think I’m wet, and You reveal I’ve just barely dipped my toe in the torrent of Your cup.
I worship You, initiator of abundance, One who created excess. There is no end to the intimacy I can find in You. You are my feast.
You are able and, in Your very perfected holiness, You are not threatened to let that ability flow through and out of my weak frame. The display of Your power is not tainted by its vessel, however in-progress I may be. You are about Your glory and Your glory embodies a mercy that lets its offspring partake and participate.
Who is this God?
You are holy, and other, and higher, without compromising the invitation. You invite, without compromising perfection. You in me and I in You, I am bride. Unequally yoked, I put on You and I have a chance at exceeding and abundant and all those things for which my flesh tell me I am disqualified.
You take me to new places.
I gaze at You, God who is able, and want nothing more than You.
**So what do I do with these posts, you ask, other than just read them? First, if you haven’t yet, read: Why I Adore to give you a context for this little space on my blog. (This post also gives context.)
If you are compelled, I invite you to participate. Set up a space and time in your own life to begin adoring. Over laundry or dinner dishes, on your commute to work, or in the wee morning hours — five or ten minutes is a great start. You can use the verse I list here every day or two as a launch pad for your own adoration.
Then practice praise.
Add to my adoration here, by posting a comment with your own words back to God about God …or hide it in your heart. Or wait until a Monday and link up to my adoration posts (beginning October 17th) with your own adoration.
I promise your weary soul won’t regret it.
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