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Drinking In

 

It pours down on my soul, this Spirit drenched Word.  I can barely breathe under its weight but yet I don’t struggle.  I give in.  I give up.  

It is what He wanted all along.  Why I battle so, I do not know.  Like Paul, I fight even when I don’t want to and know I shouldn’t.  Yet, He continues to long for my surrender.  He waits far longer than He should and far longer than this broken soul deserves. 

I am grateful. 

Thankful that the One who spoke this world into existence still speaks today and I stand amazed at the million ways He chooses to bring Truth into my life. 

This weekend He spoke peace upon my anxious heart, mercy upon my broken soul and grace into my outstretched arms.   Like dew gathering on a flower’s leaf, His Words cling to my heart. 

I drink in and am refreshed.

 

Remembering with thanks…

 peace found on a sunny afternoon

 Truth spoken by one He has gifted to teach.  One who wants us all to be Living Proof.

 friends who walk a similar path

 quiet moments and thoughts gathered

 assurance that it is time to say goodbye

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Focus

He knows that I am one who prefers to sit in the safety of ordinary than venture into risk but it doesn’t matter.  He nudges me to move.  He asks me to risk. 

I balk.

I fear the unknown.   I worry about the change.  I doubt if it is Him who was asking.    Life gets blurry and I lose vision. 

When you can’t see where you are going it is scary and I am terrified.

He waits and works.

Life changes without me.  I have no choice but change with it.  He reveals Himself in the midst and the fog starts to lift.  He shines and I see clearly. 

He waits.

Now, I must follow. 

 

If there is something in your life upon which God has put His pressure, then obey Him in that matter and everything will become clear as daylight to you.

          Oswald Chambers

 

Today this quote was from my devotion and the picture was taken during my morning walk.  God is revealing Himself.  It is evident.  I need to move with obedience into risk. 

He is good – All the time … and so very patient with me! 

 

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Five Minute Friday

Where you write for 5 minutes – no more, no less, no editing.

Why write?

I sit here at the computer wondering, why do I write?  I wonder if the words I seek to put to page would find better purpose somewhere else. 

My words – yes – always yes.

If I sit here and write only what I think will draw the most comments or the most visits then I write not for the One who gifts me with voice.  I write only for me.  These words, my words, will always fall empty to the page.

His come with a cost.  They will always require more of me than mine will ever ask.  Should it be any less?

The One who gave it all – his life a ransom for my soul, for my voice – requires a like bounty. 

A life lived in the crucible where a heart burns white hot.  It is there in the refining fire my words rise like dross and His voice is found.

May I never take these words lightly.  May I never lose sight of the Voice-Giver. 

 “You can never set apart for God something that you desire

yourself to achieve for your own satisfaction.”

– Oswald Chambers

Woven

I stood and watched him work the loom.  Thread after colorful thread woven with precision.  Mesmerized by his skill, I watched with wonder.  From his hands, a pattern developed that my eyes could never see and yet, one he knew all along existed.

A single strand doesn’t reveal much to the untrained eye.  Alone it means very little.  I may think it will not even work – too thick, too unruly or color just not right.  In the hand of the weaver, however, all find their purpose and use.

My life is like this tapestry – a work in process that only the Weaver can weave.  Each moment I exist is a thread in the His hand.     He knows the purpose and pattern for each.  He weaves every moment – even the ones I deem unworthy – with intent.

The Weaver slowly entwines His vision and my life.   Far beyond the unfinished tapestry I now live, exists His dream of my completion.

And yet, I live in the unfinished moment.   I bind my heart by the fragments I see.  My vision is so easily misplaced in the strands undone.

His, however, is neither.

 

It’s in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone. 

Ephesians 1:11-12   The Message

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