Thursday, September 1, 2011

Pattern of Life

I murmur it softly many times in a place with the stench of death lingers.
"His ways are not our ways, His thoughts are not our thoughts."
Me with my rebellious self.....not wanting to truly see........... through the lens of Him.
Wanting it my way.......with my impatient self not wanting to believe that God's ways are always for our good.
Even in the midst of pain how is it that I can turn it around and make it all about me?
Is it control that I crave? Not able to surrender into the arms of the one who has the better way.

Like footprints on the beach:
"Imagine yourself on a beach observing the footprints of God in the sand. We begin to place our feet into the prints. At some places the strides look far too long for our small other places it looks so short that it appears childlike. In infinite wisdom God is stretching us where we need to greater attentiveness and stillness. As we follow God's lead we enter more and more into the divine stride, turning where God turns, accepting God's ways and finding them altogether good."
Sanctuary of the Soul:   (Journey into Meditative Prayer) By: Richard Foster

 Submission is what I need if I want to follow God's lead.
Can I see all is a gift even through my own tears of grief? Accepting what is His ways?
9 Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and body with grief.
10 My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction,[a]
and my bones grow weak.
(Psalm 31:9-10)
        Only through his tears of grief did David truly begin to maybe through our tears is where we begin to see the beauty in the here and now! There is so much good at this very present moment! I don't want to miss the beauty in the now. I want to live fully alive in the now because isn't it true that all of our days are the numbered?
There must be a pattern in this race we call life!
We will only begin to see when our hearts are washed clean with tears from our on grief...........grief of repentance!

all of grace,