I know. This song has been on K-Love for awhile now. And I can't help it...I've fallen in love with it. I think it's because every time I hear it, I start tearing up and crying, just listening to my Abba's heart and His love.
Wow. I was thinking about today, and just these past few weeks. And how hectically busy they've been. With so much to do, so much to get done, and so much yet to be completed, on occasion, I've just sat down and cried. Just...sat and cried. That overwhelming feeling where there's so much pressure and it's not going away...
And at those times, I'm reminded how He has made me beautiful, is making me beautiful, out of the simple dust. The dust of my past, my present and my future.
Not only that, but how, every time my heart tries to get overwhelmed, I stop and listen to the heartbeat of, "I love Jesus", that my heart pitter-patters to the sound of.
Realizing that no matter how busy I may get, my love for Him never changes.
And how, at times like these, in the night season, up working late, getting things done, taking a breather from the work...
I'm reminded how much He loves me. And my heart just turns mushy inside.
"You make beautiful things out of us"
Make me new, Jesus
Transform my heart
Thank You for making this beautiful thing out of the dust
And now, even despite the busyness, the frustration,
I look, and I see His amazing beauty.
I see Him all around me.
And my heart grows lighter.
I start laughing.
I receive His joy and grace
And above all else, I'm reminded that He loves ME.
So, this weekend, when I COULD have been spending working, getting stuff needed...
I went on a retreat,
and rested.
And rested in Him.
And rested in the truth of His love for me.
And knew that there was so much more He wanted to give.
All of this to say...
that I understand how busy life can be, how insane it can all get, and how hectic it can become
feeling like you're being battered and tossed
thrown aside by winds and waves
And I'm here to tell you...
don't give up
He's making you beautiful
He's taking the dust, the things that you so desperately are asking Him WHY?,
and making those things beautiful
For His glory
For His cause
Knowing that He loves you beyond measure
Beyond what you can think or imagine
My God is bigger than all of that
And at those times...
when you want to cry
to give in
to get so frustrated you quit
you give up
you stand in hatred, bitterness, anger and forgiveness
Just remember...
He makes beautiful things out of the dust
He makes you beautiful
He can turn your bitterness, anger, hatred, rage and unforgiveness
Into a flower that blooms
It blooms with...
love
peace
forgiveness
joy
gentleness
repentance
love
He's making you new.
He's making me new.
So, with that being said...
I'm praying for you
Whoever you are
I know you want to give up
But I say
Don't quit
Don't stop
Keep going
Keep standing
Even when all you want
Is to crawl along
Take my hand
Take His hand
And just know...
I'm praying for you
I'm believing for you
I'm standing for you
I have faith in you
Even when you don't have faith in yourself
Why, you ask?
Because I love you with His love
I see Jesus in you
And I call you by name
Beloved
Beautiful
Healed
Whole
Wise
Forgiven
Clean
Unashamed
Daughter
Son
I call you free
By the blood of the Lamb
and the Word of His/Your testimony
You
are
beautiful
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[verse 1:]
All this pain..
I wonder if I'll ever find my way.
I wonder if my life could really change, at all.
All this earth..
Could all that is lost ever be found?
Could a garden come up from this ground, at all?
[chorus:]
You make beautiful things,
You make beautiful things out of dust.
You make beautiful things,
You make beautiful things out of us.
[verse 2:]
All around,
Hope is springin up from this old ground.
Out of chaos, life is being found in You.
[chorus:] 2x
[bridge:]
You make me new,
You are making me new.
You make me new,
You are making me new. (making me new.)
[bridge & chorus together]3x
[chorus]
[bridge]2x
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