Cold air brushed across my cheeks as I turned the corner of my early evening run. Some of my best thinking is done in my running shoes as my heartbeat accelerates and fresh air relieves stress. As I descended downhill a question played on repeat in my mind…
Who is like the Lord?
It’s the meaning of my son’s name—my sweet Micah. And it’s the question he’s already beginning to understand the answer to at the young age of five.
No one compares to the King of kings.
No one.
No one is more faithful, gracious, merciful, beautiful, wonderful, able, forgiving, unconditionally loving—no one is greater than King Jesus.
As my feet hit the pavement, praise filled my heart, beating fast as I tuned into the healing love of my Savior. No one in all the earth compares to Him, and yet He desires and invites us into relationship with Him. He desires to wow us with a powerful love our human minds can’t fully comprehend.
The Greatest One desires us.
Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity
and passing over transgression
for the remnant of his inheritance?
He does not retain his anger forever,
because he delights in steadfast love.
He will again have compassion on us;
he will tread our iniquities underfoot.
You will cast all our sins
into the depths of the sea.
You will show faithfulness to Jacob
and steadfast love to Abraham,
as you have sworn to our fathers
from the days of old.
~ Micah 7:18-20 {ESV}
Who is like the Lord?
No one.
No one compares to Him.
No one else can fill the place in the human soul designed to be filled by Him alone. No one can heal us and transform us and breathe life into us in the way He can. No one can create radiant beauty from dark ashes in the way He can. No one can redeem and restore and rebuild in the way He can. No one can work all things together for good in the way
He can.
No one is before Him because His rightful place in on the throne and on the throne He will be forevermore.
So I made my way home on that cold evening with a few more miles on my running shoes and that question still fresh in my mind as my son welcomed me back with the happiest hello.
And I often look at him remembering that he is a miracle—remembering that there is no one mightier than the Lord.
– by Hannah Bollinger, Woven Beautiful Blog
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