ann kiemel

the battery on my cell-phone is gone.

i thought the battery was dead, and plugged it in

to charge.  suddenly, my friend looked inside and saw

there was no battery.

 

what does a battery cost?

i don't even know.

can't call brock to let him

know, FOR SURE, that i had not

forgotten his birthday.

 

i'm filled with anxiety, yet i remember that Jesus

says not to worry; He is Sovereign!!

that there is power in praise.  i know that God

can see exactly where that battery is. 

 

please pray.

i know jan is desperate to get

me, too.  she just had her foot operated

on.  it's not that i have no friends, but everyone is

out on this warm, lush spring day.,

 

back to isiah 53: 4-6

 

"surely He took up our infirmities,

and carried our sorrows.

yet we considered Him stricken by God,

smitten by Him and afflicted.

He was pierced for our transgressions,

He was crushed for our iniquities;

the punishment that brought us peace was laid

upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed.

 

we all, like sheep, have gone astray.

each of us has turned to his own way; and

the Lord has laid on Him the iniquitiy

of us all.

but He was pierced for our transgressions.

 

He was oppressed and afflicted,

yet He did not open His mouth;

He was led like a lamb to the slaughter,

and as a sheep before his shearer is silent

so He did not open His mouth." 

 

i'm not sure about you,

but these are some of the most beautifully-crafted

words i have ever read.  who...?  any? know someone

who lived out his life as has the Lamb of God??!!

i want to be like Him.

 

to sing a thousand songs for Him.

live a thousand lives for His glory.

march to the drum-roll with Him.   but,

i know, for sure, as a flawed human, that even

with all the gusto and choir music and nudging of my

fellow-warriors, i won't be able to.

 

this is the story

of the Divine.

of a crown of thorns on His head.

of a "heart of sorrow, acquainted with

grief."  so i bow my head.

and worship Him.

Christ, the Savior of the world.