Webbed In

I’m still internalizing all that has happened over the last twenty days. It has felt like an abundant number of bite sized nuggets, each containing a potent amount of sugar and caffeine, hitting me regularly enough so that the buzz never wore out (except at Central Park!). 

I guess what I’m trying to say is that there was a common theme of favor, resource, timeliness, sturdy companionship and sharpness of mind. And this has borne fruit in the ecstasy, pervaded by unearthly peace, the confidence and security in Christ, and how highly favored and loved I’d felt.

I was pondering how I could be so charged up on little things. Well, there were MANY little things. I didn’t have a miracle healing to boast to the world from this trip, or an angelic manifestation to geek out over. But I did experience the miracle of salvation - the covenant of reconciliation. I’ve heard about long-married couples proclaiming their confidence and security from their relationship because of the little things their spouses knew about them and how they act upon such intimate information. They identify this as love and with it, a whole host of other good things.

This trip had made me feel like a daughter that was on a date with her Daddy God. I blush with His goodness but never once felt like I had earned it. Nor do I have to do anything or perform just to show my appreciation. I was just being unabashedly given till my arms were full and spilling over. This had given me such confidence, because He knew what I needed for the trip, what worried me, how I am careless with some things, how my nerves get to me sometimes, how I like some things, and so on and so forth. 

Is it the big, world changing, out of the box type miracles that gives me assurance of my relationship with Christ? Selah.

God is with us and this well-loved statement definitely has another dimension to it.