My heart is filled with Praise. Oh God of Truth and Love, Your most simple command breaks down prison walls and opens the way to freedom, a dew drop of your grace brings life to the dry and thirsty, Your lightest breath blows away the clouds of gloom and doom, a glimpse of Your face lifts the pain of grief and turns our sighs into laughter. My words fall short of the praise You deserve so my prayer is that of the great hymnist Charles Welsley: “O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer’s praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace!
John Bunyan’s “The Pilgrim's Progress from This World, to That Which Is to Come” is an allegory written while he was imprisoned for his Christian beliefs. Until we reach the Golden Gates of Heaven we must progress in our walk of faith here on earth. Each time I think I understand God’s ways and means He turns the diamond and new facets of His splendor emerge. For the true believer there is no spiking the ball in the end zone on this side of Glory; there is no settling down where we are in this life. Not only am I tolerant of this constantly changing status, I am genuinely thankful for it. I am being pulled toward eternal purpose that I cannot fathom but I instinctively know awaits me. So I’ll keep my shoes on until it’s over. Lord, though I struggle in Your arms, You never let me go. Keep me moving toward Your perfect will. Help me never miss a turn or stop unnecessarily. Keep me progressing toward Your perfect will.