iPhriday: morning skies

The morning skies today brought to mind words such as whimsy and soft breath and gentle and slowing down. Joining graydaysandcoffee for iPhriday.

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Come walk with Me

 There are several paths I take in my morning walks

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but the one which leads me toward the sunlight is my favorite.

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And I think of how HE who is the Light is constantly wooing, calling, drawing me to Him.

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And how there are times I run toward HIM, my pace fueled by a desperate need.

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And other times, I am like a child caught up in playtime, reluctant to give up what has my attention,

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And I say, “I am coming,” while still in place or walk toward HIM with my gaze fixed on what I am leaving behind.

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But HIS invitation is never withdrawn and, although gentle, HE is relentless in his wooing,”Come. Walk with ME. Life is better in the light and with the LIGHT.” And I am thankful.

 

 

Redemption’s Cost

Unimaginable glory laid aside
Human flesh and vulnerability donned
The Creator among His creation
Submission to earthly parents
Leaving when the time came

Appearing to be baptized of John
Driven into the wilderness
40 days of fasting
Tempted throughout
“If you are the Son of God, do.”
“Worship me and I will give.”
Responding with the Word

Father’s business
Saying only His words
Doing only His works
Rejection by those He came to save
Name calling
Glutton
Drunkard
Friend of tax collectors and other sinners
Character questioned
Threatened with death

Wrestling in Gethsemane
Capillaries bursting under the strain
Wrestling with what had to be done to redeem us
“If it is possible, let this cup pass”
Yielding
“Your will, not Mine”

Knowing completely all that would happen
But face set as a flint
Stepping forward
The kiss of betrayal

Fake trial
Outcome long determined
Mockings
Scourging
Crown of thorns
Beaten beyond recognition
Face disfigured
Body marred more than any other man

Pain wracked bloodied
Carrying His cross up Golgotha’s hill
Simon of Cyrene conscripted
The nails
The agony of breathing
The mocking taunts of those who passed by
“Save yourself”
“Come down from the cross if you are the Son of God”
The mocking of the justly condemned thief
“Save yourself and us”

The anguish of feeling forsaken
Letting go of the relationship with the one who bore Him
“Woman, behold your son”
“Behold your mother”

Praying for forgiveness for the mockers
For those crucifying Him
The thirst
Then
“It is finished”
And the releasing, the yielding of His spirit
Completion

Redemption was free…for the redeemed
Costly
Beyond any human’s ability to pay, for the Redeemer