Did you know it is but half a mile? My slow sojourn over dry, dusty ground ~ but half a mile. The rhythm would surely weary some, a slow steady trudging but a handful of feet to turn and return just as I had come.
Thy rhythm of but half a mile might wear on some, but my slight slice of road, is a slight slice of heaven. Just a sliver of ethereal and my heavy footfalls fall are oh, so grateful for my sliver.
Dry, dusty road runs with the stream. Trees and greenery abound. Today, deep into the midst of earth's flowery bloom there are brilliant splashes of color expertly spread about. Stream runs, ever running telling me tales of a better place, babbling stories of Grace.
In the rhythm of the run, the running water runs much of my worries and cares away. In my slight slice of heaven, as sun sparkles on stream, I feel there is so much more than meets the eye. I run in slight slice of heaven, heavy footfalls fall deep into Hope and Faith.
But, do you also know that this slight slice where I sojourn, ends at pack of crazed dogs? Just right there, just around the bend are crazed canines that would certainly, gladly tear me from limb to limb.
I make my turn just before they would be visible to me, and I to them.
Many footfalls fall under their noise and clamor of their desirous growling. I hear their angry cries often, demanding of me in their growling.
Just right there, just around the bend. I mark my turn by their snapping jaws and very angry calls.
I sojourn my slight slice of heaven, a bit of ethereal splendor just on the border of their crazed frenzy.
Under the chill of the early morning light I wondered at this reality, my reality. It seemed a bit odd to trudge and traipse through His beauty just around the bend from what might certainly be my death or at least my maiming. Strange. A bit odd. Some would say possibly unwise. And yet, not only did my trudging under their snarling NOT feel unwise, it felt necessary. As if to say to their angry cries, their demanding of my flesh growling ~ I will not be forced as prisoner in my home. And, you can NOT steal my slight slice of heaven. You do not have that power over me.
I continued on at their cries, turned and made my way through wonderful sliver He has gifted me and then I heard Him say ~
"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." (Psalm 91:1)
Slight smile now carried me a few more yards. This is us, this is His people, His remnant. We labor and toil under the Son and He gifts us our slight slice of heaven we sojourn through ~ our Secret Place.
And yes, we do know our Secret Place is surrounded my crazed pack of canines. We hear their calling cries, we do know they aim to maim or just to steal, kill and destroy. But, we trek through our days knowing and believing they can not alter our ways. His ways. The things He has given us to do, our slight sliver of heaven ~ He gifted it and we shall not allow them to steal it.
In our present climate I hear the snap of their vicious bite in startling and terrifying intensity. The pack appears to have multiplied, grown rapidly in these few days, short weeks into several months. But, against the Cross of Christ their angry cry is all bark and no bite and we must not give even an inch of our slight slice, give not way to fear at their foul cry. The pack is yapping, crazed and frenzied for they know their time draws nigh.
I do know their incessant, crazed cries can be slightly overwhelming but this it no time for us to cower under their cries. He has gifted us our sliver, our slice, our Secret Place and we must sojourn our sliver with full confidence in He who is able to keep us.
I trudge a trail under His blazing Son ~ a slight slice of heaven, just around the bend from their demanding cries. He knew it would be as such for a season on this broken, spinning globe and underneath His Son blazing down He gifted us our Secret Place, our sliver.
Let us walk in it, run in it, rejoice in it and carry it out to this broken down world about. They are desperate for just a taste, a glimmer of what we carry in our heart.
" . . . He has placed eternity in their hearts . . . " (Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Thy rhythm of but half a mile might wear on some, but my slight slice of road, is a slight slice of heaven. Just a sliver of ethereal and my heavy footfalls fall are oh, so grateful for my sliver.
Dry, dusty road runs with the stream. Trees and greenery abound. Today, deep into the midst of earth's flowery bloom there are brilliant splashes of color expertly spread about. Stream runs, ever running telling me tales of a better place, babbling stories of Grace.
In the rhythm of the run, the running water runs much of my worries and cares away. In my slight slice of heaven, as sun sparkles on stream, I feel there is so much more than meets the eye. I run in slight slice of heaven, heavy footfalls fall deep into Hope and Faith.
But, do you also know that this slight slice where I sojourn, ends at pack of crazed dogs? Just right there, just around the bend are crazed canines that would certainly, gladly tear me from limb to limb.
I make my turn just before they would be visible to me, and I to them.
Many footfalls fall under their noise and clamor of their desirous growling. I hear their angry cries often, demanding of me in their growling.
Just right there, just around the bend. I mark my turn by their snapping jaws and very angry calls.
I sojourn my slight slice of heaven, a bit of ethereal splendor just on the border of their crazed frenzy.
Under the chill of the early morning light I wondered at this reality, my reality. It seemed a bit odd to trudge and traipse through His beauty just around the bend from what might certainly be my death or at least my maiming. Strange. A bit odd. Some would say possibly unwise. And yet, not only did my trudging under their snarling NOT feel unwise, it felt necessary. As if to say to their angry cries, their demanding of my flesh growling ~ I will not be forced as prisoner in my home. And, you can NOT steal my slight slice of heaven. You do not have that power over me.
I continued on at their cries, turned and made my way through wonderful sliver He has gifted me and then I heard Him say ~
"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." (Psalm 91:1)
Slight smile now carried me a few more yards. This is us, this is His people, His remnant. We labor and toil under the Son and He gifts us our slight slice of heaven we sojourn through ~ our Secret Place.
And yes, we do know our Secret Place is surrounded my crazed pack of canines. We hear their calling cries, we do know they aim to maim or just to steal, kill and destroy. But, we trek through our days knowing and believing they can not alter our ways. His ways. The things He has given us to do, our slight sliver of heaven ~ He gifted it and we shall not allow them to steal it.
In our present climate I hear the snap of their vicious bite in startling and terrifying intensity. The pack appears to have multiplied, grown rapidly in these few days, short weeks into several months. But, against the Cross of Christ their angry cry is all bark and no bite and we must not give even an inch of our slight slice, give not way to fear at their foul cry. The pack is yapping, crazed and frenzied for they know their time draws nigh.
I do know their incessant, crazed cries can be slightly overwhelming but this it no time for us to cower under their cries. He has gifted us our sliver, our slice, our Secret Place and we must sojourn our sliver with full confidence in He who is able to keep us.
I trudge a trail under His blazing Son ~ a slight slice of heaven, just around the bend from their demanding cries. He knew it would be as such for a season on this broken, spinning globe and underneath His Son blazing down He gifted us our Secret Place, our sliver.
Let us walk in it, run in it, rejoice in it and carry it out to this broken down world about. They are desperate for just a taste, a glimmer of what we carry in our heart.
" . . . He has placed eternity in their hearts . . . " (Ecclesiastes 3:11)
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