A recent song suggestion by my dear friend Christine Li, and it has "stumbled" me ever since.
Since the end of July, when God's miraculous reward showered over me, instead of running towards Him, I ran towards myself. I became proud and careless, as if his gift was enough to drive me forward for eternity.
August and September fell on me like hard rocks. For the first time I felt the weight of God's pain and anger. I thought I failed, miserably. Yet, His anger went over my head, and what showered over me was His love - the love that kept no record of wrongs.
I've never thought of myself in this way, but everyone, include myself, is a prodigal son. No one, absolutely no one, can run towards Him more than He runs towards us. He never looks back, and He will never take a wrong turn. He looks at us, all the time.
I have never been brought so low on my knees, but when I did, the only thing I saw was His beautiful beautiful eyes.
"I can't bow low enough at the vision of you, my God."
