You, O Bethlehem Ephrathah, are only a small village.
ADVENT – The source of peace has come
Advent the reminding that greatness came to this smallness me
to live and breath and bless.
to lift the small and weak to sit with Him in His throne
what privilege …what love
Ann asks and will you join in answering
When have you felt like Bethlehem…poor, small, forgotten?
What worries to you need to surrender to God, knowing He is firmly on His throne?
Take a moment to thank God for the eucatastophe of Christmas – for conquering evil with righteousness
my heart and yours
where a stable is the home of the heart
where the King came to be born
a small and poor forgotten place
like me before He came
and at times when I am not keeping my gaze to Him
He came to make that small cradle stable place His throne
I am now never poor
and yet there are worries that plague me
that I am not enough
and I am not with Him
keeping that gaze shows me that grace is real
I surrender my emptiness to Him to fill
like empty water pots fill me with Your wine
I am our home
Thank you for the eucatastrope
Your barreling down on my heart
storming in like thunder
The coming King after His beloved that was stole
conquering evil with Your Righteous SON
sent to the cross to pay my ransom
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and my spirit echos “amen. come Lord Jesus”