“LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work “in the middle” of the years. “In the middle” of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.” Habakkuk 3:2
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All of earth-time is middle-time.
Human history is a hyphen in the text of eternity. It is a mere incident in the context of a God who exists outside of time. Kings and countries are like the mist of an Appalachian mountain: dropping in at dawning, and gone in a glance.
Current events on this world’s stage are like today’s palette of pigments. They exist for this time, for this painting, and will dry up and be scraped away to make a place for the next color story.
I, however, am the daughter of both time and of forever. My time-bound-life began in a gasping second, and will end the same way. My forever-free-life began from the moment of my regeneration. I don’t know how it happened, this miracle that was the awakening of my spirit inside this middle-space. All I know, is at the mere mention of the name of Jesus, my eternal spirit awoke to begin exploration of my life as His idea. My life, as an object of His affection! My very being, as a vessel of His mercy poured out day by day, offense after offense. And oh, how I have offended.
Yet it is my destiny to be loved more than galaxies of stars.
Everything He has ever done for anyone at any time, He is willing to do it again for me.
Every deed He has ever performed to become The Famous One, He is willing to do it again, to show Himself strong on behalf of my generation.
I’ve heard it said that every testimony and every “Amen” is just another way of saying, “We know You will do it again, God!”
Do it again, Papa! Do it again!
Right here, in my middle. In the middle.