Yesterday was awful, today is better.
Not long ago, I had two days in a row which were great. . .
Today, even though it's better, is a space where I can't imagine
feeling great-- even though I did not so long ago . . .
This process is so weird. Floating in our private arks. . .
On seas which are never calm... no control of the helm.
No rudder, even, here in mine.
Amazing we can be so challenged by stormy seas
in our own hearts.
The paradox of the soul: at once both finite within our
bodies, and infinite,
because nothing exists to us except through that infinity.
It traverses time and space. It seeks rest, yet it can never rest in the
seeking...
God solves that paradox.
God provides the resting place:
an island,
an anchor,
a dock,
a harbor.
He's the only rest.
No wonder so many people are desperate;
how can they feel otherwise in this crazy sea with nowhere to rest??
Why is it we humans depend on ourselves until the last moment??
Only when our resources are completely depleted do
we scream out for help, and find that there has always been rest there just waiting...
Unless we discipline ourselves in the practice of seeking Christ,
we never remember He's there!
Doesn't take long until we are totally wrapped up in trying to solve our
own problems. Tossed around sea sick in our little boats,
frantically bailing,
instead of praying.
" Turn your eyes upon jesus, look up in his wonderful face,
and the things of this world, will grow
strangely dim, in the light at His
glory and grace."
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