Resting in the Shelter of the Almighty

My dearest friends, I know my posts have all been quite serious in the past month or so. I guess life has just taken more of that tone lately.
But you know, my loving Father has revealed Himself to me in some amazingly real and fresh ways over the past couple weeks. Some of them I can't share with you quite yet...someday I will. For now, I will say that I don't think I have ever experienced God's love and grace in my life more than I have in the past month. I am so filled with overwhelming joy and love for my Savior. I wish to enter into constant worship, but have to remember that the computer won't get A's by itself. Nevertheless, my spirit continually worships my Lord.
God has manifested Himself to me as my Abba, my Daddy. The One who loves me unconditionally, the One who weeps when I weep. The One who sings over me with joy. The One who understands the deepest parts of me and gives His grace in the most perfect times. He doesn't just give though, He lavishes! He lavishes His love- His mercy- His grace! Oh how beautiful He is! How sweet He is! How gentle and kind He is! This is my Savior. The One who shelters me under His giant wings. And you know, His wings- they smell so sweet. They're the softest wings I've ever touched. They calm me like nothing else can. They wipe my tears and they still my beating heart.
I can say that I have truly learned to REST. Somehow, amongst the craziness of the past 4 weeks, with school, my Grandma, a Seattle conference trip, etc...and the other worries and cares of life...I have not hardly even felt the blows and stings of life, because I feel as though I am riding on His wings, and they are protecting me...lifting me higher than anything that can harm me. Lifting me higher than my doubts, than my fears, than my inhibitions, anxieties, sorrow, and worries.
And when I am not riding on His wings, He has me safely tucked underneath them. I feel His arms around me. Oooooo-never let it end.

Here is a poem that I have memorized this week by Annie Johnson Flint...

"God has not promised skies always blue
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God has not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God has promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love."

Goodnight, my friends.
Love,
Ang