Dandelion

Our trembling sinful desires make us sick - when we tremble with fear before a holy God. He knows our 'frame', how we were formed - that we are merely dust and only have our being, through his gracious breath. With one puff we would blow away like the seeds of a dandelion - insignificant and forgotten on the winds of time.

His breath hurts. The naked skin feels tender and exposed. Our heart aches ... we writhe in shame, preferring to hide from His tender gaze. We know it is too gracious, too generous. We know it is undeserved. We can't bear to let the burning desire of his jealous love for us, sink into our bones. It feels too heavy.  The intensity of His holy love - exposes the utter depravity of our own crippling attempts. Our love is weak, broken, fallible ... fallen.

And yet like a compassionate father holding his weak and fragile baby - the Father scoops us up (our shameful naked frame) and He breathes not the breath of wrath and destruction, but of love and redemption. Why? ... why? 

WHY?

So ...  it may be known through generations that 'the Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in love.' The crown is not ours to boast about. We are not worthy of the golden threads of compassion that circle our head - their glint radiates His glory. He is worthy of all praise.

'Praise the LORD, my soul;

all my inmost being, praise his holy name.

Praise the LORD, my soul,

and forget no all his benfits - 

who forgive all your sinse

and heals all your diseases,

who redeems your life from the pit

and crowns you with love and compassion,

who satisfies your desires with good things

so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.'

PSALM 103:1-5