Thursday, April 23, 2015

Recognizing God's face

Someday, I'm going to see Jesus; and OH! what a glorious day that will be!

But what about now? Could I recognize Him based on the personal intimate relationship I have with Him?  Sometimes I forget to "seek His face continually" as the psalmist says. Does my heart say, "Thy face Lord will I seek"? Sadly enough, I think I fall short.

I think I'm more like Job. In the beginning of the book, Job is convinced he knows God; but then by the end, he knows he doesn't. "But now my eyes have SEEN the Lord." Yeah. I think I know God; but after every trial, every turn in the road, I realize I didn't. And now I see Him in a way I hadn't before.

Moses requested to see God, and the Lord allowed him to see His glory.  Abraham had such a close relationship with the Lord that He recognized Him and called Him to His tent. Later, he talked with God over the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. Jacob wrestled the angelic form of Christ. Manoah (Samson's father) also said that he saw the Lord. Steven saw Christ on the right hand of God.

These all saw (a form of) God, and knew it. However, sometimes I think I'd relate more with the disciples on the road to Emmaus. Remember them? They talked with Jesus in the way, but did not know it until later. Then they wondered how they didn't know Him. Me too. I don't recognize God's hand at work, or His characteristics in another, or His loving messages to me until later. Much later. And then I wonder why I didn't recognize Him.

The answer, I think? Keep seeking. Keep looking. Seek His face evermore, as the psalmist encourages. I will see it someday in Heaven, of course, but perhaps I can also recognize glimpses of Him now. Every day. Showing Himself to His daughter. Reaching down to me for an intimate relationship.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Signs of Spring in Tennessee

What says spring to you? Flowers? Raindrops on petals? A walk in the park? Or perhaps a fresh stream... I love spring. It seems the whole world comes alive in a rainbow of greens, purples, pinks, whites, and yellows. The old dead landscape is once again quickened and decorates itself in exquisite display. Yes. God makes all things new and beautiful in His time.

Walking path, Lookout Mt. 

Early spring rain.

Petals and leaves, lacy trees.

Daffodils- these seem to grow like weeds here.

The leaves pull aside to reveal lovliness.