Milk and Honey

The weight, the wait, the hope of future glory.
I can safely say that Christ died for my sins, and exaltation.
But it's not about my exaltation - it's about me being able to be tolerable in the holy presence of a perfect, immaculate, unknowable, massive God.

To my fault, and great discredit, I forget so much and undermine the doctrine of glorification. I get so caught up in other things - the minutia in life. Big moments I wait for, and miss them. Small moments I kick through like wading in a cool brook and splashing water on the shore like it means nothing. These things mean something. It's all culminating to the final analysis of Jesus' and his beloved.

May it not be said of me that I was disobedient. Sure, I sin. I sin quite a lot. But my heart remains tried and true - I can't go on without knowing God more. But I don't want to be disobedient - to not see the promises of God. I can't think of anything worse than God having to do things in spite of me.

I crave this promise land. I want to go over the mountains, and into this place where foes are no more, and shadows are laughable. No more dark nights of the soul. No more sadness. But I will wait. I have quite the array of things before me to keep me until that time comes.

Bryan really hit it on the head for me in 2 Thess 2:15-17. A great section of verses that serve as an overdue reminder of WHO God is, and what his ultimate work in getting his people. Chosen, Elected, Saved, Redeemed, to be Holy, to be Glorified. Unreal. It's not even about me, and those are the things that get to happen. Lord, keep me. I pray I'm faithful. I thank you for you are always faithful. I crave milk and honey.

"I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means..." - Jimmy Eat World, Kill