Yet, as much as I love all of these things the pursuit of my Creator is infinitely more enjoyable. It is as if for the past few days (or, lets be honest: years) God has been whispering to me that even when I want to walk He was in this and He wasn't going anywhere. In the past few weeks I feel that God is saying that these things I have hoped for God has promised me, just not yet so I need to trust just a bit longer, even while I wrestle with the desire to make it all happen now. The presence of God stirring up something in my life these days is more beautiful than I can really say and I am excited about it.
Come, Thou Fount
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.