It’s a place I’ve spent precious little time, but the promise of peace lures my memory again and again.
Tag: chaos
This morning’s cold plunge into the Psalms stated it concisely. “But my God is king.”
If we are bing built together to become a dwelling place for God; it has to be a major overhaul of our souls.
The truth is; I am seeing through a glass darkly. I’m trying to make sense of the shadows, but the whole image is dingy and difficult to distinguish.
The further I walk with Jesus, the more I’m convinced that an aptitude for chaos is a requirement for anyone truly willing to lay down their life for the sake of the gospel.
I’ve had a few quick junctures when my past and present make total sense: where it all lines up for just a second and I pause and praise God for His perfect finessing of people and time and space. But those rare instances are fleeting and they quickly give way to seeming chaos again.
When we enter the throne room through thanksgiving and praise, we are marking ourselves safe from the events of this world.