With deadlines creeping up and expectations increasing, I stare at my computer as I attempt to offer my limited wisdom and experience through the medium of writing. I am brought to my knees:
May your kingdom come, your will be done. May your dream unfold today and may I participate with you in bringing about that dream on earth as it is in heaven. As I sit in the cover of the massive redwoods that illuminate and hold your glory in and among me, may I rest. May I experience the Shalom of your restoration and may I live that Shalom today. As I serve my hurting friends a warm meal and see their smile, I see your face. As I breath in the crisp mountain air, I embody your renewal. As I listen………..silence……….stillness…….I hear your voice in Creation. Thank you for the reality of your presence.
It can be so obvious, but yet I feel so blind. So far away. I have no inspiration. No motivation. I listen, but am distracted. I am hopeful, but hurting. I am seeing, but not believing.
May my soul come alive and may my fingers tell the story.