There are those waiting for a storm, one literally lurks just up the corner, waiting to pounce, bringing with its devastation. Others, they are in a state of mourning that has left them in a stupored shock. I am currently in a quiet place reflecting on the upheavals of life. I know turbulence is not a constant in itself, but its inevitable arrival is. Life, what a beautiful and miraculous gift. I can't help but think on that verse that says something like this...for he who is given much, much is expected.
Think about this, let its truth seep into the fibers of your consciousness. Life, in and of itself, requires deposits of sacrifice the moment it embarks in the womb. Enduring is a theme, it seems, for every creature that holds the breath of Yahweh. Oh my Lord, my Adoni, El Shaddai, how remarkable is Your creation. How magnificent is the irony of Your design; it brings me to my knees. You gave us the full range of experience, even and because of the fallen condition of man's own making; You have used it to shine Your Glory. The broken state that calls to us a pitiful, even crippled and corrupted condition, draws to us Your splendor. Could we have ever come to appreciate the rest and sanctuary of You, without also realizing the chaos and calamity without You...I think not.
Do I yearn, even beckon, for the next trial to surface, knowing its presence requires companionship with Your everlasting power to see me through? Well, no, I confess, in my weakness, I prefer to enjoy the peaceful seasons, for me and all my fellow earthly inhabitants. None the less, we can take refuge in the hard times, for had a life not been such a magnanimous reward, the hardships would also not be so grand. If I belittle the enormity of what we are given, by bathing in the torments of the price it requires, I diminish the goodness of my Lord. The greatest truth for me is that regardless of the blessing or the curse...
He remains to shine His radiantly healing and restorative beauty.
Think about this, let its truth seep into the fibers of your consciousness. Life, in and of itself, requires deposits of sacrifice the moment it embarks in the womb. Enduring is a theme, it seems, for every creature that holds the breath of Yahweh. Oh my Lord, my Adoni, El Shaddai, how remarkable is Your creation. How magnificent is the irony of Your design; it brings me to my knees. You gave us the full range of experience, even and because of the fallen condition of man's own making; You have used it to shine Your Glory. The broken state that calls to us a pitiful, even crippled and corrupted condition, draws to us Your splendor. Could we have ever come to appreciate the rest and sanctuary of You, without also realizing the chaos and calamity without You...I think not.
Do I yearn, even beckon, for the next trial to surface, knowing its presence requires companionship with Your everlasting power to see me through? Well, no, I confess, in my weakness, I prefer to enjoy the peaceful seasons, for me and all my fellow earthly inhabitants. None the less, we can take refuge in the hard times, for had a life not been such a magnanimous reward, the hardships would also not be so grand. If I belittle the enormity of what we are given, by bathing in the torments of the price it requires, I diminish the goodness of my Lord. The greatest truth for me is that regardless of the blessing or the curse...
He remains to shine His radiantly healing and restorative beauty.
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