Jubilee Journal: Week 28 (3/30/16) GOOD
Written on March 30, 2016.
Like barely budding branches tapping upon a frosted window pane, Heaven awakened me this morning. Tiptoeing through my veins and vessels as I slipped from my slumber was a phrase, “It is good.”
As it resonated throughout my frame, my eyes like shutters, unlocked, welcoming streams of light to pour in and peer out. Dreams the night held retold as the delicate dance of muscle and matter stretched and strengthened me to roused and ready.
And I thought, for just a moment, that this may be what if felt like for creation to awaken from the depths of a wild God’s heart, on a minuscule scale yes, but that makes the rehearsal no less great.
For the whispered melody and the crashing chorus are that of God’s first song. The one that began with “It is good” and crescendoed with “It is all good!” This morning, I couldn’t help but sing along as I tread ancient paths to the place the song came forth. Creation.
Upon the path, I strolled, chaperoned by the Creator, unaware and unafraid of what I would discover at its depth. On the table for two, nestled within His vastness was a truth.
Each era of His creating held a verse to “It is good.” The release of the light as it separated from darkness was good. So good. Nothing like it had ever been. Yet the next era brought the vault of the sky and expanse of the sea. It was good. So good. Nothing like it had ever been. Yet it didn’t diminish the light and dark of the day before.
As the water was gathered up and perfectly placed, land was birthed. And it’s good did not take a single bit of stellar from the sea. As His breath hit the land like an ocean tide, vegetation and fruit bearing seed burst through tender openings. Land was not lessened by what burgeoned and bloomed.
And then the sky, that had not been just a few eras before, received governors for the never beens of night and day. As sky became canvas for paint and poem of the Storyteller, it was not below what it held in its setting.
When the waters teemed and the sky seemed to take flight, His refrain was the same, “It is good.” And when terra travailed and produced living creatures wild and wonderful, “It is good” lingered upon His lips.
And yet another, never before was to come. A surrendered One took off his crown and placed it upon the earth in the form of mankind. A babe wrapped in great on our way to greater and grown. His song was the same, “It is good.” Then He added a word. All. “It is ALL good.”
Each of our eras are the same. None can compare to the other. One day may hold a shaking while the next holds a stirring. One is a setting for the next day’s gem. But not one is lessened. No day diminished. Nothing can be taken when Heaven’s chalkboard holds the addition equations of a Creator and King.
We measure our days as good or not most often based on the events that occur within them. He weighs them according to what came forth from them. We compare one to another instead of letting them collide and culminate.
Upon my plate in a little opening in the woods on a walk with Him was a song book. Inside a masterpiece to be sung and shouted every day. Every era. For every day he blows and breaths. Each one He crafts and creates a never seen and never before. In me. And I am not the same. Today may not be the “It is ALL good” day, but it doesn’t change that it is a “It is good” day. Because He is adding color, texture, scent and sound to the creation of me. Of us. He is every so we can sing ALL. And it is good. So, so good.
JOURNAL JUBILEE:
It is time to catch up on our “It is good” song. Let Him reveal to you places where you didn’t sing “It is good” with Him because you were comparing one day’s events to another’s instead of Letting each day be the climax of another. All good, all adding.
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