I stare at this photo from 2016 like it's a masterpiece hanging in the Louvre.
Sure, I recognize Asa and Phil, and I think they could not be more precious.
But, man, this imagery! Take it in for three seconds or more.
THIS is how my soul sees me and God . . . "making a difference, working hard, fixing things, and making life good."
With one strong and outstretched arm He patiently takes what's wrong and is making it right.
And with His other strong and outstretched arm He provides a safe spot for me to rest and learn while I wait quietly and watch Him work.
I ask questions and His responses can range from undistracted silence, to inarticulate grunts, to meaningful demonstrations.
I feel important and powerless all in the same time. And we are together.
It seems like I'd have to be the one to move - no longer leaning on everlasting arms - to give Him room to stop working and leave. But even then, I don't believe He would.
He beckons me back again and again until the work He has begun in me is good and complete.
O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he has done marvelous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, has gotten him the victory. Psalm 98:1
