Beautiful

I'll rise up and call You Beautiful.

We sang a song at church with this as a main part of the lyrics.

I'll rise up and call You Beautiful.

It undoes me every time. My God is beautiful. How often do you hear that?
Not often.
I hear that He's unfair to women, that He's irrelevant, that He's mean, that He's no fun, that He's stupid to believe in, that He has too many rules, that He's an old superstition.
He's beautiful?

I'll rise up and call You Beautiful.

He is beautiful. He brings blessing and order. He deserves glory and power. He gives strength. He advocates for the weak. He is wielder of kindness, lovingkindness. What could be more beautiful?

I'll rise up and call You Beautiful.

It's one of my purposes, to speak the truth to those who don't know. He is beautiful to me. He doesn't crush the bruised reed. I am a lot like a bruised little reed. He protects me. Life with Him doesn't have all the self-serving, self-glorifying that life with Me does, but it's good.

I'll rise up and call You Beautiful.

God, I repent for the days that I am too busy questioning to hear Your truth to believe it. You are beautiful. You care for those I love.
God, I repent for the days I am too busy trying to do everything myself. You are beautiful. You care for me.