Beautiful and Reflecting Me

This week God spoke to me through nature and his heart to mine.
I had my quiet time outside by this breathtaking lake.

 I sat down, early morning, bundled up in front of this scene. And this resonates in my heart.

I want to make you like this lake, beautiful and reflecting me.

Early morning dawn cast a beautiful darkness of the lake. The fog lay close to the surface of the water, drifting slowly, the slowly rising light dispersing the clouds. The reflection of the trees on the water is beautiful, yet dark.

You have reflected me in the dark places when you couldn't feel my love, but you are going to reflect me even greater when you feel my love.

I reflected on my life thus far, and saw how Jesus was radiated from me, yet I knew there could be so much more.
Slowly, the sun hit the surface of the water, I began to see the colors of the trees so much brighter, so much greater. And then the sun rose above the trees and hit the water. I could no longer see the lake.

Then, it will get so bright that people won't see you, they will only see me shining through.

I cannot wait for the place where my life is so on fire, so passionate, so filled with love that people will only see Jesus.  Our speaker this week said, "God is able to come within us with His Spirit, without crushing who we are!" That is the beauty of Christ, he saves us, he changes us to be more like him, yet he never takes away from who you are.
Wherever He takes me, whatever dark place He leads me, if it be to a far away country where hopelessness is rampant, He will be in me, and I, a reflection of Him, shining his light to the dark places.
It was before the foundations of the world that He chose this destiny for me, before the Creation that He loved me and chose to redeem and adopt me, and bestow upon me every blessing.
Golden.
Golden, my heart will become, when I let Him dig everything dirty out of my heart. Then he will clean the rusty room of my heart. Turning me golden.
It's the throne room of my heart, the place my Jesus belongs to be. The place that I dance for Him, the place I sing for Him, the place I crawl into my Father's heart. It is a place of intimacy, a place of only love. It is the place of surrender for my heart.
It is the place I am
                                  called
                                                  to be.
And suddenly laying it all down, giving it all to Him, is a beautiful waste. His worth is so much greater, all the things I lay down for him, are nothing. The things I gain for my heart: an identity, freedom, love. They are so much greater! So I'll gladly pour out the bottle of my praise. Oh, it will be such a beautiful waste.

This is just a song from my week in Alabama!   About laying your life down for Jesus being a beautiful waste.