You do not desire a sacrifice or I would offer one.
You do not want a burnt offering.
The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.
You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God.
--Psalm 51:16 & 17
At the breakfast table, Tay has realized she enjoys scrambled eggs more than eggs with yolk, while V is ritualistic with her two eggs with yolk. I sit with my triple shot Americano, splash of HWC and eggs. I open up the yellow book. We know it as the Jesus Storybook Bible.
We finished reading from the beginning to the end in the Fall, and I recently picked it back up. Just days before Ash Wednesday, we read of Eve believing the serpent's lies and falling prey to facade of glory he would offer her. The girls asking questions about the fruit, the snake, why they would have to leave the garden, and the sadness in God's heart.
I picture paradise torn in half that day as God's tears turned from weeping into sobbing. I liken it to the day I would lose our third baby, hoping that this hope hadn't turned into a nightmare. Yet, God's sobs weren't just on his beautiful children leaving him, but knowing full well of what would happen to his Son.
Thursday following Ash Wednesday, we skipped forward to Jesus being tempted in the desert.
The girls would find that sneaky, deceptive snake like days before. Although, they would find a NEW Adam, who wouldn't believe the lie. A NEW Adam who would obey God & trust his infinite love. A NEW Adam who would squash that deceiver & bring about salvation.
Lenten bringing new birth is happening in the corners, trinkets & springs of my home. A soft, warm embrace from one little sister to her big sister, because she endured eye drops at the ophthalmologist. Marriage romancing through serving & conversing, nothing fanciful. But more than anything, the Spirit breathing new life, new conviction, new love towards a Savior who is truly the NEW Adam.
I've been captured. I'm falling in love again & again with a Redeemer who has rescued his beautiful bride. I believe in the beauty of his bride, even if it appears hopeless at times. I'm encouraged by friends like Suzannah who sees this beauty as well. Seeing the beauty together makes living out Isaiah 58 more desirable & even easier, because it's driven by love & not duty.