I just did my quiet time this morning and I wrote it completely in obedience to what I felt the Lord has been putting on my heart. I have been constantly thinking about how I don't even know the way Christ loves. I have felt like I do not even know who he is and how he saves me day-by-day. As I patiently and quietly waited on the Lord this morning, I just started to write. I wrote a letter to our God about His Son.
As Your daughter, Your Son's sister and model of his Bride (the church), I am to seek Christ's face in ALL that I do and say so that I can be the best representation of YOUR creation that I can possibly be. Christ is my perfect role model, my perfect leader, and my perfect friend sent to this earth to dwell in flesh and follow Your Word and die on the cross so that he and I both can personally and intentionally invest in each other's hearts and lives. His confident trust in You and the life in Your Word gives me security in His ability to lead me and reveal YOU to others wherever He is and wherever I follow. All of his joy, his advice, his words, and his thoughts are meditations and imitations of Your own.
His gentle pushes and challenges on my heart let me know that He wants me to stay focused on the purpose and the glory of His cross, but He keeps in mind my human frailty. His grace and forgiveness let me know that I am ALWAYS welcome in his heart and in his life that You have planned for us. It affirms my beauty and confirms how much he really desires me to be one with him as he leads me along the path of your will. He constantly extends to me the lessons You are teaching and have taught him so that I, too, can learn from his transparency and rejoice in the life You give to the world through Your Son.
His fruitful life and spirit of joy truly fills my heart with strength as we laugh and smile and sing in Your Presence together. He delights in my desire to praise You because he KNOWS that "you inspire shouts of joy." (Psalm 65:8) If I let go of his hand and fall away from the cross, he quickly tries to lift me up again and place me on your wings like eagles to remember that nothing I cling to on earth is greater than You alone. His patience gives me comfort and rest and it encourages growth and humility.
His love gives me rest. I am secure in his love and his love alone, because his love if Your Own. Your love is unfailing, God.
Let my life forever be a model of Psalm 63. "O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! I will praise you as long as I live, lifting up my hands to you in prayer. You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy. I lie awake thinking of you, meditating on you through the night. Because you are my helper, I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings. I cling to YOU; your strong right hand holds me securely." Psalm 63:1-8
Lord I pray that I would seek your Son's face in every moment of my days. I pray that I would find my life, my hope, victory, honor, security, and salvation in You alone. I pray that Christ would always be my example and my leader and that I will always be obedient to how He is shaping my heart to be more like our Father's. We are told in Your Word that a man is to represent the body of Christ sacrificing His body and all that He is to serve You and love Your people, Your church; and as the woman, I am to represent the church, His Bride, and shower His every step with praise as He walks perfectly in line with Your will and Your Word. I pray that I would encourage that same determination and selflessness from all men of the Lord as I seek to live as the most humble, strong, joyful and servant-minded woman I can be. And PLEASE, Lord, let me model Your grace and Your forgiveness and encouragement when we fall short. Keep my eyes on You. I never want to look away.
Sincerely Loved,
Hannah Leigh Hatterick - Your lamb, Your beloved, Your daughter, and Your prize.
I pray that I am able to reflect Your beautiful Son while I am still in the earthly body of one of Your chosen daughters. I pray that each day, here in America and there in Africa, that I would live, truly LIVE as a declaration of Your redemption and Your glory dwelling in and working out of the hearts of your brilliant creations - human beings.
