Sometimes when you talk to people having difficulty don't you just want to do something to fix the situation they are in? Don't you just want to give them money or good advice or make the problem go away?
I like when things go right. I like order. I like tidy. My house is tidy right now. My desk at work is tidy. But tidy doesn't always mean things are right. The proverbs say, "Where there is no ox the stable is clean". I take that to mean that things are tidy when nothing is happening.
Life gets messy when something is happening. Even when you are working to put order to life, it can be messy. Sometimes it is messy for a while. Sometimes putting things back in order before the deeper mess is cleaned up is a mistake; stinky perhaps. Being in a mess can create a feeling of helplessness. But we are not helpless.
We are His workmanship created in Christ Jesus for good works. It just takes time, sometimes.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Its not poetry. This is really happening.
A while ago I thought of deleting my blogspot but I didn't. A friend of mine recently reminded me about seasons in our lives. Sometimes it is time to blog and sometimes it is time to refrain from blogging. In other words; sometimes I am diligent and sometimes I am lazy.
This is not to say that I have turned over a new blogging leaf and I will be at it regularly, (for me that is once a week), but it is a helpful pastime sometimes and I hope to find some time each week to dump some verbage.
I really love to worship and spend time with God. There is no one else like Him. He is always at home when I show up. He lets me say whatever is on my mind. He never pushes me away; in fact I get surprised by His nearness a lot of times. He tells me what I need to know, but He never puts me down. I love the contrasts that I find in Him when I get close to Him. He is gentle and wild. He is water and fire. He has a still small voice and He thunders from the heavens. His love is as steady as mountains and it is as fierce as a raging storm.
This is not poetry and I'm not making this up. Why do people think prayer is boring? Eyes that blaze?...His body is like transparent gold and multi-faceted jewels? There is fire burning on the inside of Him?...His Spirit bursts out of Him like rays of the sun only brighter...and His clothing is garments of light. He tells us to kiss Him or He will get mad. He wants us to taste Him because He is good. What??? Fantastic! He's doing it again. Whoa!!! See what I mean? Hold on...more thrilling that the first drop of the Raging Bull, He's the Big Drop only BIGGER, He is, wooooo-hooooooo, don't close your eyes, FANTASTIC!!!!
This is not to say that I have turned over a new blogging leaf and I will be at it regularly, (for me that is once a week), but it is a helpful pastime sometimes and I hope to find some time each week to dump some verbage.
I really love to worship and spend time with God. There is no one else like Him. He is always at home when I show up. He lets me say whatever is on my mind. He never pushes me away; in fact I get surprised by His nearness a lot of times. He tells me what I need to know, but He never puts me down. I love the contrasts that I find in Him when I get close to Him. He is gentle and wild. He is water and fire. He has a still small voice and He thunders from the heavens. His love is as steady as mountains and it is as fierce as a raging storm.
This is not poetry and I'm not making this up. Why do people think prayer is boring? Eyes that blaze?...His body is like transparent gold and multi-faceted jewels? There is fire burning on the inside of Him?...His Spirit bursts out of Him like rays of the sun only brighter...and His clothing is garments of light. He tells us to kiss Him or He will get mad. He wants us to taste Him because He is good. What??? Fantastic! He's doing it again. Whoa!!! See what I mean? Hold on...more thrilling that the first drop of the Raging Bull, He's the Big Drop only BIGGER, He is, wooooo-hooooooo, don't close your eyes, FANTASTIC!!!!
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