Come what may.

How glorious God is in his creation of the relationship between God and man.
How Glorious was the fall of man kind as humanity fell from sinlessness to dependence on a sovereign God.
How Holy is he, the one, the creator of heaven in earth, who sacrificed everything for an opportunity of undeserved grace.
And we, as his creation, as mortal being, fail to have the capacity of flawlessness.
We fail to have the ability to be worthy of glory. 
Yet in our failures we fall on grace in giving glory to the one who deserves it.
In our overcoming of flesh we give glory to the one who’s strength allowed us to do so. Nothing we have done has made us worthy of such a gift.

How valued, how treasured, how beloved are we that we are able to call ourselves the greatest craftsmanship of of God.
Even more to be called his beloved, his chosen, his elect.
And more than this still, that we were designed for his glory, praise and honor.
That we as people are given the responsibility to reflect the awesome never ending power of God who has demonstrated his love for us.

Beloved. I am his Beloved.

It never fails to amaze me as my human mind attempts to grasp the vastness of God and his will for my life. How blessed am I, how fortunate to be called his own.

Tomorrow I am going to receive a diagnosis for something I already know I have. The symptoms are overwhelmingly fighting against my will of otherwise. Tears have been my eyes greatest companion as I realize that the things that I have struggled with all my life are infallible, incurable, and my own. As I have once thought it was something that I would be able to overcome in time, I now realize this is is actually a physical incapability. My deepest burden comes from knowing that I am not an island. That who I am effects the others around me, and in many cases I will continue to hurt others.

“Why have you plagued me with this God?” I could easily ask.  But I can’t.

 It would be easy for my to accuse god of crippling me in the task I so long to fulfill for him, but that would be foolish.

I could cry, “Lord, this is not fair.” But the true unfair thing has been done was on the cross for my behalf.

And as I have said goodbye to tears in order to face the sun that will continue to rise each morning, I’m filled with an unshakable hope. Because in my weakness he is strong, and where I grow weak he carries me. And as I depend on his strength, I can do anything through it.

It is my greatest joy to follow Christ.
I desire no other life but than to serve him.
It is my greatest joy to fulfill his purpose.
And give my life for the one who gave his for me.
I have no other greater joy than this.

So bring it on world! What ever you can throw at me! Because I hold steadfast on what is true. I have been bought with a price.
Come what may my heart will follow! Come what may my song will be! I will carry the cross where my dear savior died, and humbly give my life. Come what may.
It is a song of victory my heart sing as I know that my thorn in the flesh will keep me close to the one who created me the way I am.
He created me the way I am. And I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Come what may.