Glorious impossible

The Glorious Impossible.

Everything He does bears the mark of the miraculous,

the weight of wonder, the imprint of eternity.

An old man cradling the promise of a son.

A sea split wide by the breath of His command.

A prophet calling down fire on Mount Carmel.

A shepherd boy felling a giant with nothing but faith and a stone.

A virgin carrying Heaven in her womb.

Water turning to wine.

The dead rising, their footsteps echoing with hope.

The cross—mercy stretched wide.

The empty tomb—a victory no grave could contain.

The day He reached down and saved you.

It’s all impossible.

And it’s all gloriously, wondrously true.

So why, dear one, do you doubt now?

Why do you wonder if His hand has grown weary?

Even here, in this moment, in the shadows of your unbelief,

He is still the God of the Glorious Impossible.