Breaking a habit isn’t easy. It takes a deeper level of trust, faith and consistency. The belief to reach for something better than the comfortable crutch you’ve been leaning on.
The winds of change are blowing. Swirling in my soul is a restlessness to not settle for what is comfortable and familiar. The restlessness, I’m well acquainted with; the blessing and at times, curse of a seeker’s soul and maverick’s spirit. But change for the sake of change isn’t always good. Sometimes it’s disastrous unless it’s driven by greater meaning and purpose.
The gust pushing on my back is ushering me into new territory. Clutching tightly to the Compass of My Soul, which direction should I take?
In the past, I’ve said that a person or a thing meant the world to me as an expression of love and dearness, but what happens if tragedy strikes? When my world is tumbling and falling, Lord you remain; ever present, full of strength, compassion and grace. Like a math equation, I can approach it different ways and arrive at different answers. Following the order of operations is the sure way of obtaining the correct answer all the time.
Teach me how to give my heart, but reserve an inner most, precious part for you alone. Teach me the order of operations. Help me to find that place hidden in the cleft of the rock, hidden in You, so that I may see and know your glory and the power of your protection. Show me the path that I should go to remain where you are.
In all of my life, no other love, no success can come before You. That doesn’t mean that I can’t have, enjoy and cherish these things, they just have to fall in line with the order of operations.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways submit to him and he will make your paths straight – Proverbs 3:5-6
And it will come about, while My glory is passing by, that I will put you in the cleft of the rock and cover you with My hand until I have passed by – Exodus 33:22
You are my heartsong, beating deep within me. Every clef, whole, half and quarter note, every crescendo orchestrated at the Maestro’s hand. The score of my life being composed before my very eyes, in harmony with You, resulting in beautiful melody.
The perfect vitality of heaven came to earth on a mission of love, acquainting Himself with human imperfection and frailty. He already loved us, already knew us, but walked in our shoes, carried our shame and conquered the grave. There’s no burden or heartache too hard for Him. Mighty to save, full of compassion and grace, His desire is to draw us close in full embrace.
Like a boat in the middle of the raging sea, tossed about by the wind and waves. Remembering sunny skies, warm breezes, salty air, but how did I come to this place? How did I get so lost?
Through the chaos, a beacon of light is in view. I may have gotten off course, but I am not lost. The unexpected and challenging derailment serves as a reminder to keep my eyes on the beacon of light, not leaning to my own knowledge and inklings. The beacon of light will see me through.
Some people are afraid of quiet, craving constant chatter and noise, busyness. There’s a difference between silence and quiet for me.
The quiet is stillness. It brings me back to the audience of One; giving thanks, shedding tears and unburdening my soul. Quiet allows me to slow the frenetic pace and rest in a place of calm. The quiet clears my mind and helps me find new perspective. Refreshed, I can get back into the game with renewed strength and focus.
Leaves of yellow, orange and russet
parachute away from tree limbs,
free falling to the ground.
The crunch underfoot releases
the earthy and comforting scent
announcing Autumn’s arrival.
A boy of ten strolling down the street with Apollo, his cherished companion. Sturdy and strong in stature, the exuberant pup is all you see when you look into his hazel eyes. A boy and his dog. Growing together, playing together; forging an unbreakable bond.
Lord, I want to be true to myself, true to You. Living every moment with full ownership. Living every moment doesn’t mean being reckless; it’s living with intention.
I’m a work in progress, clay on the Potter’s wheel. Broken and by His intention, being refashioned into the fine work of art He alone can render.