Good morning!
Welcome to your morning coffee! May our Heavenly Father gently remind us of how big He is. Father, we often and so easily, somehow, forget you. Our days are long and busy. The years are the briefest of blurs. We forget to guard our hearts and we are too busy to take captive every thought. And yet you show us grace, Father. You call us back to your side. You have put eternity upon our hearts and you are the only one who can satisfy. In the name of Jesus, by the Holy Spirit, draw us near to you today, Father. Amen.
Your Morning Song: "Graves into Gardens" by Elevation Worship
Your Morning Scripture: Psalm 147:3-6
He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars;
he gives to all of them their names.
Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;
his understanding is beyond measure.
The Lord lifts up the humble;
he casts the wicked to the ground.
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There's something strange about looking at mountains, true mountains, that are far off. When you first see them on the horizon, when you first catch a glimpse of them, they seem so small. So distant and so small. And then you have to keep going to get to them. Even if you're driving it may still be sixty, seventy, eighty, up to a hundred miles away. When you finally do get up close to them, they are not small anymore.
When we are brokenhearted, when the wounds of living as sin-broken people in a sin-broken world, God seems small. He seems far off. Distant. The bigger the wound, the bigger the struggle, the bigger the suffering, the smaller He seems to be. When you lose a job. When you lose a marriage. When you lose a friend. When you lose a child. When you lose, and hurt, and cry out. When you crawl into your closet and weep until you nose bleeds down the back of your throat and into your mouth. God seems small.
But only seems. He is so powerful, so great, so mighty, so big, that He Himself makes and moves the stars, giving to each of them a name. His understanding, His wisdom is beyond measure. God is bigger than our grief. And His response to our grief, to our wounds, is healing. His response to our struggle and suffering is to bind our wounds.
And as sinners saved by grace living in a world that hates grace, we must remain humble in our suffering, in our pain. If we trust that no matter how small God seems, He only seems so and is in fact so big and so near, loving us and healing us, He will lift us up. He will hold us fast by His side. He will never leave us or forsake us. He will never cast us down to the ground with those who reject God.
God speaks gently and graciously to the humble. He heals and cares tenderly for the broken-hearted. And as He does this for us, so should we echo His attitude and actions in our lives, out in the lives of others who are humble, who are broken-hearted.
May we daily, desperately, joyfully give as we have received from Him.
