Wednesday July 7th, 2010
Many, O Lord my God, are Your wonderful works which You have done; And Your thoughts towards us cannot be recounted to You in order; if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
God is amazing. Even if you count the starts as wonderful works, they are too many to number. There are stars out there that NASA hasn’t discovered yet and they know it. They have seen clusters of stars, but can’t even count how many are in a cluster. God designed our human bodies where our heart supplies blood everywhere through highways of veins throughout our whole body. He infuses in each one of our uncountable cells DNA that holds instructions for our whole human body. He made Laminin (google it) to hold our cells together. He gave us an electrical system to run voluntary and involuntary functions and made all the life support functions involuntary. He made fur on animals to grow a certain length and no further. Our bodies heal themselves when we get hurt. Blood is the only liquid that turns into a solid when it touches any surface that isn’t the inside of our veins. Scientists can’t explain how bumble bees can fly since they have a big body and small wings which should make it impossible. Ants, having no language, can collaborate to make intricate nests and prepare for winter by doing separate jobs. Woodpeckers wrap their tongue around their brain when they aren’t using it. The earth is the correct distance from the sun to support life. A little farther, and we would freeze, and a little closer, and we would burn. The rotation of the earth gives us day and night. The axis of the earth gives us seasons. God did all of this and so much more. And He thinks about me.
I know what you’re thinking, Wanda, but He’s not thinking those thoughts. Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” And God “desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.” -1 Timothy 2:4 This means you too Wanda. He is thinking good thoughts about you. And we can’t count them. We can’t order them. We can’t list them before God because there are too many. If a man loves a woman, or visa versa, then just trying to count the thoughts in his or her head would be bad enough, and that’s a humanly understanding of love. Think of how much better a perfect and Godly love would be. It’s like comparing a pea to the known universe. Count the cells in the pea and that’s like a man or a woman in love, but count the cells in the universe, and you might be just developing a slight understanding on how much God loves.
Jesus loves me so much that He gave up heaven and clothed Himself in human flesh. He lived among us, poor and probably dirty, for thirty-three years without making one mistake. He didn’t sin once. Then, He allowed Himself to be arrested, beaten, whipped, mocked, spat on, struck, humiliated, stripped and He hung naked on the cross, shamed and defeated. That defeat is mine. That cross is mine. The torture He went through, that’s all mine too. I deserved all that. The older I get, (and I’m not even that old yet) the more I realize how much I really deserve. All that Jesus took, I deserve it. If I had hung upon that cross and died, and stood before the Lord in judgement, I would have to admit that the punishment is fair. But Jesus took all that for me, and conquered it. He rose on the third day to prove that His defeat was His victory, and I have a chance to share in that victory if I could just choose Him. He loves me and offers me that choice. I choose Him because I love Him. And I love Him because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19) “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” John 14:13
I want to loved like I am loved. I lay down my life for Jesus. I am His now. If you ever have a problem with what I do or say, go to Him. If I’m wrong in the way I act or speak, I would really like to know, but it’s His job to correct me. If I’m right, and you think I’m wrong, it’s His job to correct you. He did not die for me so I could fight for Him. He died for me to be His, and He will fight for me. All I need to do is serve Him, and honestly, that’s better for me anyway. I call myself a servant, but He calls me friend. (Check out John 14:14)
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