Slightly Obsessed #080 "Limitless" (Wednesday Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2014-08-27 11:09:28
So that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God. - Ephesians 3:17-19 NASB
It wasn’t my parents’ fault.
I don’t know where I got the idea that God was a harsh taskmaster and distant deity, either forsaking us altogether or sitting back on His throne in heaven with His arms folded across His chest as He waited to pounce on us at the first hint of misdeed. But it wasn’t from church, since we didn’t go very often in those days.
As I grew up, my hunger for God grew with my curiosity. Who is He? What does He look like? What will happen to me when I die?
As a young wife and mom, my curiosity got the better of me. I picked up a Bible, started in Genesis, and read it all the way through. I was flabbergasted by what I read. Every chapter and every book revealed a Person I could never have imagined. From the pages of Scripture emerged a being so holy, so beautiful, so much more in every way, that it took my breath away.
To Him I gratefully gave my heart.
Shortly after my conversion, I took a walk in my yard. It was a lovely summer day, and the clean rays of the sun bathed my small flower garden in sparkling light, beckoning me to join the splendor. I strolled around to my roses.
I had never really paid much attention to them before. Now they, like the whole world around me, seemed more alive. I felt quite literally like a new person, as if scales had fallen from my eyes. And indeed, they had.
I had lived as one who was blind. For the first time in my life, I could really see.
Absorbing the wonder of it all, I gingerly clasped the stem of a thorny rose between my fingers and pulled it toward me. The petals danced in rosy hues of pink around a fragrant center. I bent down and breathed in deeply.
As its sweet aroma filled my senses, it occurred to me that this rose in all its delicate design came from the mind of my God. This both thrilled and intrigued me. What kind of a God could throw lightning down from the sky and yet craft something so fragile?
By then I understood that He was my Savior. The idea that He could also be so amazingly creative, tender, powerful, and caring totally rocked my world. Saving people was just the beginning for Him. There was so very much more. Decades later, I realize I have still only just begun to fathom Him. It will take an eternity to plumb the depths and heights of this incredible King. His kingdom, like His great mind, is limitless.
This is why we have been given forever.
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
If nothing else good should happen to us except salvation, it is enough to fill our every moment with His praise.
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