Basking in His Mercy

I had the priviledge of spending the day with a sweet, new friend. The journeyman going to Macedonia with me came to Birmingham. Hannah is her name. She has such a sweet and gentle countenance. I am excited to see what the Lord has in store for us. I think we will be good friends and I am very thankful for that. Hannah met with a former journeyman to Macedonia a few weeks ago. She gave Hannah a cd of the songs she listened to while she was there. The first song was written by one of her friends after visiting Macedonia. I think the words are beautiful and paint such a great picture of what it will be like:


She sits across the table. Stares in my eyes.
Her whole life, her uncertainty, she's trying to disguise.
How could You move over coffee and words from a sinner's lips and an unknown tongue?
I beg You to move passed my unworthiness, for this could be her only chance.
Only You. Yes, only You can move in me.




As Hannah and I were talking today, we came to the conclusion that our lives are about to change drastically. I think reality has set in a little bit for both of us. We are going to be the outsiders, looked at like we are strange, and undoubtedly struggle understanding what's being said around us. It will not be something we can come home from when it gets tough. That's our life for the next 2 years. It will be a great challenge, but I can't even begin to imagine how amazing the Lord will prove to be. Neither of us planned on going to Macedonia, but it is undeniably from Him. I can't help but bask in His precious mercy today. Oh what joy there is to be found in the presence of the Lord! 

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KK said...

Amen dear friend.

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Wounded and forsaken, I was shattered by the fall. Broken and forgotten, feeling lost and all alone. Summoned by the King into the Master's courts. Lifted by the Savior and cradled in His arms. I was carried to the table, seated where I don't belong. Carried to the table, swept away by His love. And I don't see my brokeness anymore when I'm seated at the table of the Lord. I'm carried to the table, the table of the Lord.


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