I peer in closer to the misplaced fruit. There is something here—sitting in this moment. Something to see in this apple in the rain…
It’s spring and there’s a lot of NEW NEW NEW! New names, new location, new sites, new, new, new!
I’m realizing more and more it’s less and less about what we do and more and more about how He wants us to experience Him and His outpouring of Love, Mercy, and Grace—His total and complete Goodness, Kindness and Faithfulness saturating our lives. Because it is only from the place that we can’t contain it, that it must overflow. And when it overflows in us, it overflows out of us—flooding the lives of those around us.
In the midst of my deadline and to do’s, it didn’t make sense for me to go outside and lay down for 10min or write this for that matter…and yet …what has been the fruit of it? I know it now…
So much more.
There will be more fruit in our lives His way, then our own efforts of striving.
The moment we lay down, we see the Eternal Sky before us.
And it changes things…
There is a song echoing across the plains,
The greatest song,
the song of all songs.
Waiting in the sunset to be sung.
From the hilltops and mountains
to the valleys below.
Echo,
echo,
echo...
Who is this coming up from the wilderness
leaning on her beloved?
And the waking continued.
I kept hearing the word again every morning.
“She gets up while its still dark.”
And I began to ask.
God why would she get up while its still night?
Why would you wake me into such dark?
Why would I get up in such dark, when I could be tucked warm in the covers...?
And stay in winter hiding
“Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die.”
That’s stranger than fiction.
So strange, you can’t make it up.
Strange Thorns.
I approached the bench.
Cringing.
Knowing it was me.
The gavel went up.
The verdict came down.
"Not guilty.”
Tight eyes open.
I stumble away confused.
I sit with no breath.
Disbelief.
I had been eager to be summoned to jury duty. I wanted to be a part. It seemed like an adventure. It was. But a different kind of adventure than I had expected. 60 potential jurors. Stories laid bare, some still untold. As their stories unfolded. I heard another one unfold as I looked and listened. And he brought to mind the picture and words God spoke to me on a quiet morning walk.
““The gavel is up. The verdict is down. Not guilty.”
DRINK ME IN, DRINK IN ALL OF ME
If I could just drink in oceans of you
Grab the picture off the wall
Open wide,
my mouth,
to fill.
Pour in the ocean,
the ocean of you.