I stepped out this morning on frustrated and certainly fret-full feet, my running shoes were running tired and so was my soul. After days in the hospital and sick spleens and surgery and weeks of financial strain; I was spent, used up and slightly fed up.
How did He know? He always knows His sheep, He always knows. And when the creative hand of God determines to bestow a heavenly kiss upon the tear stained cheek He does just that in His majestic ways.
And He knew and there they were, perfectly timed ~ that pair of arching graces under water that would flow beneath the bridge that lay below my tired footfalls.
And they broke through, their sleek bodies rising arched and cascading down; their graceful dance this duo weaved beneath the waters, their slender heads slide up through water and breaks free to devour that life giving air and then they slip, arching back under the waves only to break through again to gather that which they need.
This dancing duo knows, just as I know, we must break free from under the weight and the worry and we must push head above and fill lungs with life.
I watched and every few moments they again danced this beautiful dance of Giver giving gift of life's breath; and they instinctual know what we so often must learn that our survival depends on His life's breath being grasped for, clung to, every minute of every day.
But, theirs is a dance of beauty and grace and mine is not quite so steady and smooth. And this morning I too break through and after surgeries and sickness, financial fretting, the worry and wonder of our three new lovely unknowns, of hurts laying raw and waiting for a healing touch, from under the pain of the present and the sin of the worry of the future, I too break through and free. But, the heavenly realms behold a sight much unlike my coupled beauties that arch below my feet. I am certain the heaven-lies see a sight of the grasping and the gasping me as I finally break surface for air ... graceful and beautiful? Probably not. And as He gently pulls me from under the weight of the pain and worry it is a sorry sight indeed ~ me spluttering and sputtering, my sadly starved self rising from below.
No graceful moves, just a broken me.
But, with His gentle tug I burst through and these con-caved lungs fill again and my hollowed innards rise with this filling. And He breathes life into nostrils and lungs heave and this soul delights and I marvel under the weight of His goodness.
Ephesians 3:16-17 ~ " ... to be strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith ... "
And I do not know why He would choose to dwell in this soul - serving heart of mine, I can not rightly understand why He would dwell in the ugly depths of me but while I do not know why, I certainly know truth ~ that my inner man is strengthened by the Spirit of the Living God.
My sad sick soul breathes a song of new life and maybe someday my breaking through will be steady and sure, maybe someday I won't rise gasping with collapsed lungs. Maybe I will forget all this forgetting what my dancing duo lives daily ~ that we must break through and breathe His life - giving breath moment by each and every moment.
While I do not know what this race will bring today ~
Come be it what may,
I will surely say,
He bestows generous mercies each and every day.
And, we race on.
(What type of animal is my dancing duo? If you guess right I will give you life long free subscription to my blog and a signed copy of my fictitious book that is alive and well only inside my head :) )
How did He know? He always knows His sheep, He always knows. And when the creative hand of God determines to bestow a heavenly kiss upon the tear stained cheek He does just that in His majestic ways.
And He knew and there they were, perfectly timed ~ that pair of arching graces under water that would flow beneath the bridge that lay below my tired footfalls.
And they broke through, their sleek bodies rising arched and cascading down; their graceful dance this duo weaved beneath the waters, their slender heads slide up through water and breaks free to devour that life giving air and then they slip, arching back under the waves only to break through again to gather that which they need.
This dancing duo knows, just as I know, we must break free from under the weight and the worry and we must push head above and fill lungs with life.
I watched and every few moments they again danced this beautiful dance of Giver giving gift of life's breath; and they instinctual know what we so often must learn that our survival depends on His life's breath being grasped for, clung to, every minute of every day.
But, theirs is a dance of beauty and grace and mine is not quite so steady and smooth. And this morning I too break through and after surgeries and sickness, financial fretting, the worry and wonder of our three new lovely unknowns, of hurts laying raw and waiting for a healing touch, from under the pain of the present and the sin of the worry of the future, I too break through and free. But, the heavenly realms behold a sight much unlike my coupled beauties that arch below my feet. I am certain the heaven-lies see a sight of the grasping and the gasping me as I finally break surface for air ... graceful and beautiful? Probably not. And as He gently pulls me from under the weight of the pain and worry it is a sorry sight indeed ~ me spluttering and sputtering, my sadly starved self rising from below.
No graceful moves, just a broken me.
But, with His gentle tug I burst through and these con-caved lungs fill again and my hollowed innards rise with this filling. And He breathes life into nostrils and lungs heave and this soul delights and I marvel under the weight of His goodness.
Ephesians 3:16-17 ~ " ... to be strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith ... "
And I do not know why He would choose to dwell in this soul - serving heart of mine, I can not rightly understand why He would dwell in the ugly depths of me but while I do not know why, I certainly know truth ~ that my inner man is strengthened by the Spirit of the Living God.
My sad sick soul breathes a song of new life and maybe someday my breaking through will be steady and sure, maybe someday I won't rise gasping with collapsed lungs. Maybe I will forget all this forgetting what my dancing duo lives daily ~ that we must break through and breathe His life - giving breath moment by each and every moment.
While I do not know what this race will bring today ~
Come be it what may,
I will surely say,
He bestows generous mercies each and every day.
And, we race on.
(What type of animal is my dancing duo? If you guess right I will give you life long free subscription to my blog and a signed copy of my fictitious book that is alive and well only inside my head :) )
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