"This line soaked deep into me. It made me wonder how many moments we experience on a day-to-day basis are arranged by God - for us - for our refreshment and strengthening. How many do we miss? Surely He is bigger than just one interaction. We praise Him for the one. But if we were willing, would we be more overwhelmed by His care for us than our concerns?" [coli jones]
One comment to what was already written stirs a continuation of thought. Causes me to pause and ponder.
If we were habitually obedient to write for the naked eye what HolySpirit purposes to write on the flesh of our hearts, how would our sight be refocused and refined? How much more would we find ourselves in the state of partnering with the Source of Inspiration to inspire the same in others?
... if we were willing - not just to see - but to ask to be shown.
And then He stirs again. "Define. Wholly understand. Don't assume you've mastered the words I chose to whisper. Knowing will both help you recognize their worth and affect your appreciation of the 'why' behind them."
Inspire: to affect, guide or arouse by divine influence.
Habit: a recurrent, often unconscious pattern of behavior that is acquired through frequent repetition; an established disposition (tendency) of the mind or character.
Obey: to fulfill or carry out the command, order or instruction of.
(re)Focus: a condition in which something can be clearly seen … (re) again.
Refine: to reduce to a pure state; purify.
Can you see it? The common thread woven from the first word to the last? [divine influence. unconscious pattern. fulfill. see clearly. purify.]
Not everyone would define themselves a writer; one who writes. A lover of the written word, both to take in and pour out. I write because I listen with my fingers. But don't allow the verb to trip you up. Communication into us and out of us is the focal point; not the specific way in which it is expressed.
HolySpirit chose 'write' for me because words are, to me, like the time signature to the composer; the empty canvas to the painter; the lens to the photographer; the musical key to the singer.
Too artsy?
How about the baseball grip to the pitcher? The syllabus to the teacher? The soil to the gardener? The fabric to the designer? The wood to the carpenter?
The verb is the action of what we do naturally. The way in which we see. The language used to inspire and drive and compel. The essence of desire. The push and pull of purpose. The beginning of vision and the motivation of fruition.
It is how we communicate because it is the way in which communication was first spoken into us, creating who we are and the way we see, hear, feel, touch and sense.
"How many moments ... do we miss?", she wonders. I wonder, too.
Maybe the real question is: Am I willing?
So here I am...crying. Repentance. In one days time, I completely forgot about what I wrote on this blog. Yesterday happened and I just let it happen. Who knows what I missed. And this morning that grieved me instantly when I read this blog. So I ask the same: Am I willing? If I am going to see heaven invade earth today in all the should-be-normal-to-us ways that it does, I will need to take my eyes off of earth and put them on heaven. THEN I won't miss moments. Am I willing?
ReplyDeleteOh God, I so desperately want to live one full day with you. Let that be today. And then again tomorrow. But let it start with today. Let Your presence be so present that anytime I even think of being distracted I will be reminded. Please give me that accountability. In this moment, I choose not to miss what you have said to me through this blog. Thank you for it.