Day 25 – Awaiting Angels
Not my will, but Yours be done ~ Luke 22:42
With the Delight of An Artist
Who ponders the many heights and valleys with the delight of an artist? He who rides upon the wings of the wind. Who calls each stone by name and counts the stars? The Lord, who is our inheritance and cup. He determines the boundaries of our lives and draws lines for us in pleasant places, supporting everything we have.
As dawn crept over the horizon, the morning sun’s warmth penetrated His bones; the God-man marveled at all He had made and saw that it was good. With every slow, intentional breath, His senses became aware of every inner rhythm; He understood how His life had been inextricably paired with the Godhead. His thoughts were God’s, but His sweat was the sweat of Mary’s boy—the inexhaustible became melded with a carpenter kid from Nazareth.
We wonder what Jesus thought as He felt the blistering heat or what He prayed when His dry tongue clung to the roof of His holy mouth.
From Him came the words of life. From His voice flows praise for the Maker and jubilations that match heaven’s choirs, but in the desert, He silently declared the words that echo across the centuries, “Not my will, but Yours be done.”
Thanks for joining me on the Lenten adventure, only sixteen days to go.