He chose to be mine.

"My Beloved is mine, and I am His."
Song of Solomon 2:16

This past week has left me musing over the relationship that I have with God, the relationship that He wants with me, and the relationship that I hope I'm growing deeper into. This week God has made His love so tangible and close to me that I almost feel like I'm being wooed...called away into the arms of my God. Big things, small things...things that I sighed over that only He knew about...I think I have an inkling of what people feel like when they get the first "tickle" of romance with their beloved. I love having those precious moments to reflect over with Him, and I love how He's shown me that He's aware of my life. He shows me that I'm not pigeon-holed or set to the side, but that He has a desire to interact with me and to spend time with me. I see this in His word everywhere, and I love to see His hand working through my life. The thing that blows mind is that He; being who He is, and doing all that He does, has taken notice of me and that He wants more than to be a part of my life- He wants to share all of it with me. He is Powerful and Mighty- He's a Warrior and Righteous judge- but He chooses to take notice of us and to call us His own. He chose to make Himself  lowly so the He could redeem us- So that we could call Him our God and He could call us His children. I can't think of any love more noble or precious...and daily we walk right by the treasures He has for us. My hope is that I'll develop a keener eye for spotting those treasures, but also that I 'll stop to thank and praise Him for the things that He does every day. That I'll take heed of who He is and who it is that He's calling me to be- His own.

Genesis...in the "beginnings" sense of the word

I have this nasty habit of writing my thoughts and observations down on little scraps of paper, which I then shove into my pocket or purse. To be shamelessly honest with you these unfortunate scraps are more likely to be found in the lint catcher of my dryer or crammed in the cupholder of my car than copied dutifully into a journal or safe place of some sort. My great hope for this blog is that it will alleviate the "paper scrap" problem. I'm not convinced that I won't still be fishing denim stained papers out of pockets as clothes head into the wash, but it's a hope....a hope against hope. Anyhow....here goes. Blogging.
I recently moved into a new house. It's a new place to shape and fill with things that I hope will make it into a welcoming, sanctuary-ish sort of place. I'm hoping that the first impression this new place will give visitors is that it's a place where God is honored- that He is the head of my household. My hope for this blog is the same- a place in cyber-land where my random thoughts and inklings find  shelter from the washing machine, but most importantly that it will be a place of praise and thanksgiving- observations of my Master's handiwork and admiration of His doings. Thus ends my introduction of my thoughts to the cozy, intimate atmosphere of the internet. See you....sometime.