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How many Eskimo words are there for snow?

I Google’d this question and saw reports ranging from “dozens” to “hundreds.”  Perhaps because the Eskimo people are a combination of the Inuit and the Yupik, with subdialects?  One particularly credible article settled on fifty.  It makes sense to me that something so vital to a people’s existence and well-being — in this case, snow — would require words sufficient enough to clearly identify every life-giving (and life-threatening) nuance.

So, how many words should we have to describe Your LOVE, Lord — something so vital to our existence and well-being?  One word just doesn’t seem like enough…

“Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God.  Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.  Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.”  (1 John 4:7-8)

Today, Your Love for me was found in these words:  An awe-inspiring, perfectly-timed email from a brother-in-Christ, carrying a Gift of Encouragement from Your heart to mine!  Amazing Grace, indeed!!!

“Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from Him.”  (Psalm 62:5)

You have me in this “firehose” season, Lord — where I feel like Your Living Water is coming at (into) me as if through a firehose.  A time of drinking deeply from the well of Your Presence, of asking You to peel off the next layer of whatever is hindering my intimacy with You.

Right now, You have me in eleven books simultaneously!  All requiring serious introspection.  All built on the solid foundation of Your Word.  All are taking me deeper.

Deeper in my awareness of who I am as Your Daughter.  Deeper in my understanding of the authority You have given me and my ability to walk confidently in that authority.  Deeper into the wounds of my past — self-inflicted and inflicted by others.  To a deeper level of healing I wouldn’t have thought necessary or possible, in light of the vast healing I have already experienced under Your Loving Touch.

Even this morning, I was laying myself bare before You — eternally grateful for how far You have brought me, and fully cognizant of how far I have yet to go.  In that state of raw transparency, You had me listen to two songs.  In one, I sang my heart to You as The Hope of the World.  In the other, I was joyfully “undone” by the truth that Yours is the Greatest Love Story Ever Told.

“God so loved the world that He gave His One and Only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.  For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.”  (John 3:16-17)

I came out of our time together this morning ready to embrace the day.  But before I could even begin, You embraced me in a way I knew was no accident or coincidence.  And just like a desert flower bursts into bloom after a rare rainstorm, I burst into bloom as You “drenched” me in Your Love!

A simple email, sent by a dear brother-in-Christ.  A deeply encouraging word that sprang from a meeting we had been in together several weeks ago.  We hadn’t talked much at the meeting, but he “saw” something in me.  Evidence of what You are doing in me.  Something that, in my seeking, I didn’t realize was already emerging.

And yesterday, of all days and all times, You had him email me to tell me what he saw.  At a  precise moment, in the wake of my transparency before You.  When I was keely aware of my lack.  When a reminder of Your Love infused me with LIFE.

“God so loves Diana that He will move heaven and earth to tell her.”

Oh, Abba… How many words are there for gratitude?  You deserve them all… and so much more!

“One thing God has spoken, two things I have heard:  ‘Power belongs to You, God, and with You, Lord, is unfailing love’; and, ‘You reward everyone according to what they have done.'”  (Psalm 62:11-12)

What have I done, Lord?  Seek You.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.

“Seek the Lord while He may be found; call on Him while He is near… You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace…”  (Isaiah 55:6,12a)

Joyfully Yours, seeking You still…

Abba’s Girl


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