Mar 24, 2009 23:42
I find myself waiting on God like a familiar spirit or a gut feeling, and he issues through me with a strange power to which I am hesitant to attest. He is like waterfalls in my spinal fluid, or a strange release to the muscles in my forehead or shoulders. Prayer makes me cry if I center it upon his innate character as a trinitarian being. I am no better or worse, nothing about me has changed, but the life I face is different, and so he comes to me differently.
As I take upon myself the challenges of a new season and the questions inherent in a permanent life choice, I run again and again into the paradox of the important choices in an inconsequential life when viewed in the light of eternity. Where are you taking me, God? How is it that I love the physical, love the mental, love the spiritual parts of life, but that all of them somehow connect me to you? Even when it doesn't feel like it. Even when I feel trapped by my circumstances, heavy with the weight of obligation, and wonder what any of this has to do with loving Jesus and waiting for his promises. He's there. He surprises me.
Jesus, I know you have designs for me better than I could ever understand...
May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord
even as we put our hope in you.
Psalm 33:22
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