Becoming Ms. Frizzle

I think the Lord is trying to tell me something about how powerful and awe inspiring he is. This Sunday at church Laurinda gave a moving sermon about awe being an integral component of prayer. I'm talking, make-me-cry, sermon, and I don't cry easily. She spoke about finding awe in life, the creation of our Creator. Being awe is standing in the presence of something beyond understand, beyond recognition, beyond human capacity. She spoke of a boy whose father had passed away. He fell to his knees in the funeral home and cried out to the Lord saying, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh" because no words could describe his emotion. I've been there. I've walked that valley where understanding is lost. There aren't maps for those times. The times when we stand utterly confused and perplexed by a God who is so much greater. A God who deserves our awe.

Tonight as I was reading for book club tomorrow I came across this idea of awe and wonder at our maker. Donald Miller explained that not being able to understand God and all of his boundless measure is a great comfort to him. I agree. Knowing that we are created, thus our Creator must be greater, makes me know that it's okay to not know (did you understand that confusing thought?). There are so many aspects of my life that cause me to question and worry and fret, for what though? God has it under control. He is so much greater and beyond my understanding that I should have no fear. The only fear I need in my life is a holy fear, a reverent fear of my Maker.

So today I make it a point to truly try to lay my worries at the One who created me and to simply lift my heart, my head, and my hands in awe and wonder. The lyrics below belong to a song that I've heard about 100 times this semester and fit this idea of not being capable of full understanding. For I do not and cannot understand the holiness of God and his unfailing, compassionate love. I think my heart wrote this song and sent it to Addison Road.


What Do I Know of Holy-By Addison Road

I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all No
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?

What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life "its" name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?

What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?