Disentangle from the daily and re-anchor in the Divine.
Amidst all this power and beauty I was chastised. Who am I to stand by the sea and clamor for alteration of the agenda? I can at most catch a glimpse of what God is accomplishing and sustaining. The breadth and width and depth of His orchestration is far vaster than the piddling musings of my imagination.
“But Jacob said to him, “My lord knows that the children are tender and that I must care for the ewes and cows that are nursing their young If they are driven hard just one day, all the animals will die. So let my lord…
Our obnoxious cat was just a loud illustration of God’s truth; new spaces inspire new songs!
Following God can feel a lot like climbing into a Turkish stranger’s minivan.
Looking back at my unremarkable adventure book experience, I see a metaphor for my walk with God. I still tend to stick to the safe route; the measured, appropriate path. But the real adventure begins when I trust the Lord enough to let go of my personal plot-line and follow along as He reads aloud. There are, in fact, whole pages of faith that we will never turn to unless He is the sole author of our story.
Women aren’t blazing a trail apart from our Guide, we are responding to the gentle but urgent tug of our Savior.
“He was there before any of it came into existence and He holds it all together.” (Colossians 1:17 MSG) “I look behind me and You’re there, then up ahead and You’re there, too – Your reassuring presence coming an going. This is too much, too…
“Keep your eye on the healthy soul, scrutinize the straight life, there’s a future in strenuous wholeness.” (Psalm 37:37 MSG) So, in the strange words of current culture; “I did a thing.” This summer, almost by accident, I enrolled in college. It may not seem…