My eyes flick open, brain starts spinning, stomach starts twisting.
My skin jumps on solutions and MORE and program and plan. Inputs, outputs, measurables.
But then. I put down my notebook with my own outlines, my own dreams.
This prayer that presses on me heavier than the rest of the weights?
It says look at me.
It says I WILL be glorified.
To me it says, in spite of you. With you. Not because of you.
It says nothing will rise or fall on account of you.
Breathe deep and go back to sleep.
My spirit left watching the horizon, certain the Son is rising. He is the one who does the work, we are the ones who surrender our hands our hearts to HIS restoring work.
Thankful this morning:
708) For opportunity to join in His redeeming this old world…but not to be in charge of it
709) Grace. Learning to wear it. To walk in it.
710) Quiet family weekend
711) Gods provision even in tragedy. Praying for you Pines friends. And if you want to help with the restoration you can donate here.
Join others watching the horizon at A Holy Experience, the ordinary days for signs of the ways He is with us…