The peace of God is undeniable. I recently heard a song, I believe written by Jars of clay, called all my tears. God bled, and Died and Rose for us…For us as a people for us as individuals. He has SO much love for us…and he brings us peace. our lives are a journey. a journey towards death to self, death to self in order to find new life. romans 8:26-30
26 Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. 27 And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, becauset the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. 28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good,t for those who are called according to his purpose. 29 For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. 30 And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified.
We are on a journey to become more like JESUS! which means death to who I am. The coast guard is part of this death. John 21 when Jesus ad Peter are talking it reminds me of how God is with me on this journey.
I continue to say yes lord, I am yours…but have I really fully given my life? I follow him to where he leads, but while I am there do I fully submit my desires and heart? is my focus god or is it me? THIS IS MY FAHTERS WORLD, LET ME NOT FORGET!
here are the lyrics to the song:
When I go, don’t cry for me
In my Father’s arms I’ll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I’ll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus’ face
And I will not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name.
It don’t matter where you bury me,
I’ll be home and I’ll be free.
It don’t matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven’s store,
Come and drink, and thirst no more
It don’t matter where you bury me
I’ll be home and I’ll be free
It don’t matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
So, weep not for me my friends,
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to Him
Who will raise the dead again.
It don’t matter where you bury me,
I’ll be home and I’ll be free.
It don’t matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
