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Cost..

"Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost."
Isaiah 55:1

Intimacy with God, the presence of God does not cost. Any person can meet with God regardless. Jesus paid for that. But all else costs. I don't mean money, though that may be true. But everything, every little step towards a greater experience of the Kingdom. Every kind word in a world of hate, every little bit of hope given. It costs.

Tonight I'm feeling the cost.

It will pass, but its worth noting.

Comments

Alex Boxall said…
I find that Psalm 126 vv 4-5 is always worth remembering when I'm feeling like the cost may be too high:

"Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy. He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him."

It reminds me that although the cost feels high, and sometimes hurts so much that when no one's looking the tears don't stop, He taks those tears and waters the seed that was so costly to sow. And then I know that there will be a joyful and abundant harvest!

See you soon, Enjoy Bristol!

Alex B

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