God is...

Our church-to-be is doing a series on "God is..." right now. During the sermon this morning, I got the desire to spend a few minutes filling in that blank for myself. So I did, and following begins my list. Though I know God's Word says these things much more poetically, I don't know exactly where examples of my "God is's" are found in scripture, so I'm just listing them in a testimonial sort of way. Here we go...

God is mysterious. Try stargazing on a clear night and try to make sense of what you see.

God is nurturing. No matter what junk humanity heaves, there is always a safe, quiet place to rest in the peace of His presence.

God is persistent. Once He’s got you, there’s no ignoring Him. Go ahead. Try the wrong path and see what happens. Been there, done that.

God is forgiving. Okay, wrong choice? Give it up. Wholeheartedly (seriously, no holdouts) give it back to God. He’ll fix it.

God is passionate. Oh my gosh. Those first feelings of falling in love…the intoxicating, all-consuming blood lust. A sweet gift of heaven, and so incredibly beautiful when respected as that.

God is generous. How with my itty bitty human self can I ever thank God for sharing a tiny piece of His love for us by giving me two children. My greatest pain, love, understanding, hope, patience, and peace have come from being a parent.

God is all-knowing. I’m so thankful that when I can’t figure it out, it’s okay. I can rest easy because God knows. I am small. He is BIG.

God is forever. He has watched my great-great-great-great-great grandparents lead basically the same life that I’m attempting to lead, and He’s still going. I’ll die. My kids will live their lives (probably again very similar) and die. And He will still be here. God is bigger than death. Seriously. He’s got this.

God is exponential. The more I study His word, the more I understand, the more I love, the more I worship, the more I give…

God is beautiful. I see Him in every piece of nature. I feel Him in the goose bumps I get from worship. I hear Him in the silence. I taste Him in cheese and chocolate. I smell Him in the ripe dirt after a spring rain. I sense Him every time I sit still enough to try.

God is demanding. I am redeemed by the blood of Christ, and that is not a free gift. I am responsible every second of every day to share the light and love that was given to me. (PMS is not an excuse.)

God is alive. He is, therefore I am. (DesCartes almost had it right—he just didn’t account for God letting him think.)

God is loved. By me. To be continued... (but probably not on the blog). ;)