Today will not be the end of this story.
Today is just on the way to tomorrow.
Today we will know a bit more.
– – And hide a little bit less.
And become a little more like the one or One that we follow.
The way or Way that we seek.
On the way – – –
The Gap
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Rebuffed
If Jesus says “come into the deep and I will be with you” but we prefer to say “no thanks Jesus, I like wave-chasey” – He won’t argue. We have to want Him enough to stop playing games.
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Skill
I know a Potter.
He made the most intricate work.
And then He breathed into His workmanship and it opened its eyes and lived.
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Arms Wide Open
When the formulas are stilled; the theories are quieted and the wings of their hope have grown weary – there will still be – Jesus.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. ”
Matt 11:28-30
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Vespers quiet caveats
Lord I want to be a person you work through.
Except without pain please.
Take Two Bananas & a Blackboard
Sometimes people put 2 and 2 together and come up with 4 – but what they don’t realise is the digits they added were not the correct ones in play. If you need to add 2 bananas to 2 bananas because you see 2 bananas and 2 bananas on your kitchen bench – that is great. But if you are analysing someone elses life and assume what you see is a 2 and what you’ve read or heard causes that problem is a 2 you likely don’t know that your equation is a full size blackboard covered in chalk short of accurate information.
No this is not about someone passing judgement on me and mine – but I can say it because I’ve experienced the pain of that. And I’ve done it. And am very ashamed.
We all just need to stop it.
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A gift of love & delight
A favourite moment in my memory was a day two beaming toddlers stood in front of me offering up a bunch each of yellow sour grass flowers. One bunch of similar lengths neatly held by the elder of the two. The other clutched in a tiny little fist complete with roots dangling from some of the ends. Their gifts were held up to me with certainty of welcome, surety of my delight.
There’s a massive difference between gifts of love and gifts of duty.
God is not interested in our pride based offerings. Those given to impress or those given to manipulate or those given for compulsion or tradition sake. He wants our heart. And He wants us to be sure of His welcome no matter the nature of the gift. He receives with delight.
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I am but clay
Not everything that we don’t get right is about sin or pride. Sometimes it’s just that we’re not God. Sometimes it’s that ‘we are but clay’.
There is plenty God can do that we can not.
There is a place of rest to be found when we see the difference.
I am not everywhere at all times with all knowledge, all wisdom and all power.
Not excuse making. Just resting in the process of releasing the reliance on my own understanding – turning my thoughts, my face, my direction – more into relying on His.
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