There is a restlessness around here. I hate it because it's the antithesis of contentment. Contentment with godliness is great gain.... I believe it. I know it to be true. But what do you do when it slips from your grasp?
Two things I do. Remember I am not made for this world. It cannot satisfy my longings. It will
never be enough. Grasping for more of it does not get me closer to any arrival. In Kingdom speak: this is not my home. I'm here on assignment and I'm a gypsy. To try to shed my cloak of otherworldly oddity would not only be futile, but very disappointing. Because, underneath the cloak, I'm still a gypsy. This place doesn't have what I'm looking for. No need to pretend it does.
But then, sometimes it
does have what I am looking for. When I look for Him, I can find Him. Even here.
He is here. He is here on assignment, too. I'm part of His clan, and He gives His own special powers.... yes supernaturally special powers. And so the second thing I do in my restlessness?
By His power I see, hear, taste and
know.
Ears to hear and eyes to see--both are gifts from the LORD.
Proverbs 20:12
Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Psalm 34:8A
and more counting: Good Friday worship all in black... falling out of sight, out of notice for the cross set before us with roses red hammered violent into the rough wood like the Rose of Sharon and there we received body and blood and we remembered as the hammer fell, we remembered so we will not forget
warmth out-of-doors sun on skin shoulders dropping short sleeves kids playing... really playing a screen-less day
home-made chili and cornbread made by 9 year old hands Coach Ally at dinner, because the boy and girl invited her to come and she did
sharing Easter lunch at Famous Dave's with friends congregating at a park with friends, kids and dogs friendly chats with strangers
sitting at table communing with good friends 'leftover friends': friends you can eat left-overs with sharing troubles, thoughts, dreams and possibilities
cross and candle put away but not forgotten yellow tulips on the table the boy baking brownies living resurrection life because we can because He did.
He is Risen Indeed!
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how i can identify with 'wanting to break away'. you speak to my heart and i am gently, lovingly reminded of this Sacred echo: He is enough. more than enough. i Praise Him!
ReplyDeletesuch beautiful gifts. such beautiful counting by a woman whose beauty exceeds most (you've learned His great truth in this: in embodying God's definition of beauty, with your eyes on Him alone, supernaturally, all beauty also multiplies - physical beauty too :).
my heart bubbles up with gratitude for you and for His many, many gifts to us. my cup overflows.
i love you much,
thankful (yet tired) -t-
My sweet sister, I miss you so much!! Although, your list does make you feel closer! Thank you for sharing life as it is in our gypsy garb and all! I'm reminded of Steven Curtis Chapman's new song, "Long Way Home" because it is and yet you (and we) are thankful along the journey. That's His beauty shining through. Love your loves activities - taking risks and adventures at every turn - living love out loud. They have good examples! Love you!
ReplyDeleteI'm a week late – but SO good to read these words – we ARE in his clan – and HE IS here on assignment with us. We are not alone, we are never alone, we have the Creator of all things IN us, and we belong to him, and he belongs to us. If I take the time to breathe him in - I can. If I take the time to say thank you, my life is better. If I'm just still, and know that HE is God, life is best. I'm glad YOU were reminded of these things – so that way you could remind me. Thank you. And from your thank you list – my favorite was cornbread by nine-year-old hands – that made me smile. God bless you, Kara, and God bless and keep each and every one of yours.
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