God's presence... all that I long for? All that I desire? All that fulfills me? There is proof of this in my soul when it is turned toward Him in worship.
I had plans, I had passions, I had a dream.
I have nothing.
The Lord makes the plans of a righteous man to prosper. What does that say about me and my failed plans? God says His presence will go with me, that He will give me rest. I echo Moses in my heart: "If Your Presence does not go with us, do not bring us up from here."
Not even the promised land after forty years of death and toil is enough to convince me this dream of milk and honey is worth giving up God's presence, even if He is in the desert.
The slate is wiped clean. I have no plan, no dream, no 'calling', no future until the God of the universe commands that I put my foot forward. Tomorrow does not exist anyway! For now I remain in the desert, with Him. Soon He may respond: "I will do as you have asked, because I am pleased with you."
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Warbly Moons
This one will make sense, trust me.
I was driving down my hill last night and I looked up to see an awkward little moon. It was in that in-between stage of sort of 3/4 but not quite full either. It looked all wrong and kind of warbly, like someone had reached up and pinched a ball of white cookie dough in the sky. I laughed at the moon that night.
Sometimes life feels off or our situation looks a little warbly and funny. We all have those moments when things don't feel quite right. Well, here's a thought: just like we know that the moon isn't actually warbly and funny-shaped, God knows that our lives are not warbly either. They are just as He created them to be, and there will be phases -- I'm good at this analogy thing-- where things will be crooked and the shadows cast will seem so much darker than other times. Friends, we can take comfort that it is all temporary, that it will right itself (and un-right itself) again.
Why is that comforting? I don't know, really. I was wondering why so much of our lives is spent maintaining our lives, fixing them, "dealing" with them. Life is high maintenance! And then I'm humbled because, again, I'm focusing on me. That is when the cyclical nature of life flies of it's axis; when we take our eyes off of our warbly problem and focus on our God.
I was driving down my hill last night and I looked up to see an awkward little moon. It was in that in-between stage of sort of 3/4 but not quite full either. It looked all wrong and kind of warbly, like someone had reached up and pinched a ball of white cookie dough in the sky. I laughed at the moon that night.
Sometimes life feels off or our situation looks a little warbly and funny. We all have those moments when things don't feel quite right. Well, here's a thought: just like we know that the moon isn't actually warbly and funny-shaped, God knows that our lives are not warbly either. They are just as He created them to be, and there will be phases -- I'm good at this analogy thing-- where things will be crooked and the shadows cast will seem so much darker than other times. Friends, we can take comfort that it is all temporary, that it will right itself (and un-right itself) again.
Why is that comforting? I don't know, really. I was wondering why so much of our lives is spent maintaining our lives, fixing them, "dealing" with them. Life is high maintenance! And then I'm humbled because, again, I'm focusing on me. That is when the cyclical nature of life flies of it's axis; when we take our eyes off of our warbly problem and focus on our God.
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