Lately, I have found time abounding and fleeting, all in the same stroke. Traveling mid-month has felt like being brought upside down with all of my heart's contents being spilled out onto the ground. Traveling does something to me to get me to be really honest with myself.
This is what I am coming up with:
I want to live unconventionally. I want to find the benefit in paying attention. When I say benefit, I mean the great happiness and exhilaration in being open to God's beautiful world and what He does through and in it.
I believe what Isaiah prophesied from the Lord when he writes-- "See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands." And when I think of the very hands of God, I have been forever engrained with the image of the 'whole world in his hands' by the childhood nursery rhyme. But I like to see these two blending and burning into my mind and way of life. The Lord has put me here on earth for a particular purpose of His own. How can I not believe the world he created is far beyond my scope of imagination? How can I not full-heartedly leap out and leave behind? My brimful heart is in awe of how God's engraved hands are a map. An atlas. I see pages after pages being cut into by the Father-- a way of permanence in His Kingdom and plan for the world. How can those I love and myself not venture out of our own worlds and created spaces for God's own measured map?
Anne Lamott phrases it aptly: "This is our goal as writers, I think; to help others have this sense of--please forgive me--wonder, of seeing things anew, things that can catch us off guard, that break in on our small, bordered worlds."
Let me, Lord Jesus.
Whatever that may be--let me.
