Saturday, August 24, 2013
Fill my cup, Lord. I lift it up, Lord.
My finite mind is trying to grasp the vastness of Jesus' baptism. So maybe I am like a glass. Before I knew Jesus, I was empty. I met Jesus in my 20's so I know what empty feels like...and I was! Then I met Jesus and He filled me...He invaded me...no, He did not invade me...because it was so sweet...it was God gently permeating my being and my glass filled up. As I have gone through life, I have knocked my glass over; I've made cracks in my glass by my wrong choices; I've grieved the Holy Spirit and thrown His water out of my glass even when I knew better. Praise the Lord I've never been able to empty my glass because He keeps re-filling me. Each time I ask Him to cleanse me, shower me anew, then I understand more of Him and He makes my "glass base" stronger so it is steadier and less sloshes out. "Fill my cup. Fill it up and make me whole."
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Dottie - thanks for sharing that!
ReplyDeleteI like the "displacement" tension in your post. I really like how God's victory in you is more of Him -- more filling, more newness, more healing of cracks, more strength. Thanks for sharing your "displacement" testimony. I'm encouraged!
ReplyDeleteI truly believe that at the point of conversion each person is baptized into the Body of Christ. Yes we can be and should be filled over and over again as we yield more and more to the Holy Spirit. May He continue His good work in all of us, not leaving us as we are, but changing us more and more into the image of Jesus. I am so thankful for His work in me. It hurts sometimes, but it is a good hurt.
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