How many times have we reached a “wall too high”?
Then found ourselves, without explanation, “on the other side”.
And how many times, of those unexplainable moments,
Do we remember how high that wall was?
A plain stretches out before us, after a place we can’t remember.
The grass of opportunity now waving in the breeze.
We’re free to reconsider what plainly lies before us.
And we’re headed to the next “wall too high.
By His Grace.
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I sat beside a river of blood.
There! Look at that!
That’s who I was.
Fair? What’s fair?
There’s nothing left to do.
Whisper filtered through the trees,
“I care about you”.
Too tired to move, my ears searched around.
While dimming eyes stared at the ground.
Touch on my shoulder.
Who could this be?
That even one creature could care about me?
His Name is Jesus; who’s touch I now feel.
This stream before me was all I held as real.
“I have more for you to enter in.”
His heart was heard to say.
“Your life will not be taken.
I have use for you this day”.
He made me as He wanted.
And did not discuss His plans.
And now I walk undaunted.
This dark place is His land!
“Come, I’ll show you what to do”.
“Behold. I make all things new”.
“No man has seen the plans I have for you”.
“Today, you’re mine!
For I have purchased you”.
By His Grace.
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Every night my tent is pitched at the place my feet arrived. And I settle down to rest from the noise. The body seeks that certain death from activity. And this rest is simply added to the history of many before. I hope to dream something of interest; not just vague weird shapes. The night has come.
Every morning I wake to check my camp. “Has the Lord been here?” He has come in nights past and left a blessing to that rest. But none is found this morning. Yet I take no note of sorrow or disappointment. For another day has dawned.
The walk is like the masses are camped along a ridge. And the shape of what lies before us lies vague but daunting beckoning. “I bid you walk!” The future thunders with a voice all men hear, “You will walk toward me!” And we are forced to obey.
I will choose the place my feet will step. I’m looking for that certain place. In each day’s journey the Lord has placed a through way. It might be a bridge, so narrow and spindly that only one may pass at a time. It might be a hill so high and rugged that it will require every skill I possess. It might be a dark cave, with only the dim glow of His presence shining from the deep bowels. It might be a crumbling wall, impenetrable and tall. Such walls are crumbling with time. And only those who contain the Spirit of God will see the decay.
Some days are filled with “wait”. Some are teaming with activity. Some days are so threatening as to cause us to desire death. And some days are filled with the blazing heat of God’s presence. But each day is of its own character. And the sleep before did not perceive the One who created what we now encounter.
He is God! He IS! Forever His will is to be accomplished, regardless man’s willingness to perceive or embrace it. Look at your way, you people in the land of death. Look at how your day dawns. Consider your end and look around you with eyes of understanding. One more night has escaped your grasp. Though you wished to hold it to your chest, it has evaporated none the less. Do you really think the day belongs to you? It will belong to God! As the night has gone, so will the day.
Eternity is His. Goodness is His. Righteous belongs to God alone! Hatred, ignorance, blindness, doubt, stumbling, and striving are ours. Yet He is More! Rise up and look with wisdom at the place you find your soul. Today is all you have. And even that is not fully yours. For our hearts might fail this very day.
By His Grace.
The colors are almost here. And the dew is suspended like a blanket. Listen to the Robins praise the joy of the coming day. “Eat! We will eat and fly! Ah, to fly again. It is a day for us to soar. Thanks to God for this beautiful morning!”
Stillness reigns at the advent of day. The world is not yet awake. Ponder, Saints! Give that moment of marvelous joy a place to light. For your day is nearly here. He watched over your sleeping, though He left your dreams alone. No message has been delivered while you rested your weary bones. But now your eyes are open and your neck will crane to see. sovereign Lord please help me to perceive what must certainly be.
Those whose faith has blossomed into a sort of knowing are so very blessed. Though we can’t touch our desire, we are propelled into a hope beyond anything this world offers. The longing becomes intense. Yet the strength of what we don’t have is stronger than what man perceives.
Look! We too can walk in places without feet. We see what is, in a place of temporary colors. This is the land of shadows. But every shadow is cast by something of substance. And every shadow lands on something of substance. How unspeakably brilliant is the Glory of God to even cast a shadow in a land of darkness!
Glory to God Most High! He is the Father of the Lord of Life! May His will be done forever.
By His Grace.
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