Praise for his glorious grace

I've been muddling in emotion the key-lime/pastel color of my new shirt all day. I sat lowly and stood with eyes downcast, my voice was small and weak, and I have been prepared for any of the people I work with or even some guy off the street to come in and rip into me with the things I'm doing wrong.
I've been aware of the feeling, and that it's unprofitable as well as unnecessary, but I only just remembered Jesus and that there's a flipswitch that sets things right again - where I stand upon the earth (it doesn't stand on me), where my soul is under my spirit (not over), and where I can live the life of liberty granted to me by the highest order. ..... I just spoke with my God (uh, I meant to write 'boss') in boldness, rather without timidity, sure in who I am in such a way that I didn't take anything but came alongside. And then I smiled like a jackal to such an extent I got confused as to whether or not I was crying.
I heard that there are more connections in the brain than atoms in the universe and I thought - is it any wonder? A huios theos will certainly have a lot of brain activity: the doctor's would see lightning where lumpy grey matter should be.

I went to bed knowing God would wake me up and he did at 3. I hemmed and hawed about getting up and I don't remember how I justified not doing so now, but I got up and started looking into 'Earnest' because the line I woke up with was 'those who earnestly seek the kingdom..' and I don't even know if that's a verse at the moment. What I do remember is that 'earnest' means with fire, or hot, heat, boil. Which was funny to me, though I should be anything but surprised.
Praise for his glorious grace

There was a song on the radio that says 'if you won't take me out then please take me through this'- and I stopped short because something was suddenly clear to me. God goes to great lengths to orchestrate our perfection - and we just want it finished. When every second is a part he planned, with his heart in ours, his hands on mine, oh the closeness of the father! His warmth and breath, his smell and presence. I Am! I Be! I am this, that He made me.

I used to think he was unapproachable. How that could be I can no longer fathom. All he is - all of it - is approachable. Praise for his glorious grace.