Derrick throws his heavy, strong arm across me, and my shoulder falls asleep. In the dark my mind wanders, and he breathes regularly in my ear, not snoring yet, and I can't reach my itchy nose. Everything's perfect...and nothing is.
We live in a world where there is uniqueness on the molecular level and the ladybug's spots are never, ever the same. The detail of God's creation shows us that everything matters. So I honor the regular and make breakfast with the same relish that flowers make different shades of petals.
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving." -Col. 2:23-24
I fail, and I fall on my face, and then I cling to grace before I drown in relevance.
"The Cross is the sign of contradiction- destroying the seriousness of the Law, of the Empire, of the armies, of blood sacrifice, and of obsession" -Thomas Merton
I press on to the goal, and along the way find myself thinking about hospital beds and other prisons (some microscopic and invisible), holding the hand of worry and insecurity.
But, in my travels, in trials and triumphs, I know that I'm covered by extravagant mercy and my weakness gives God glory when I give it to Him.
"For we do not preach ourselves but Christ Jesus as Lord, and ourselves as your bond-servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said, "Light shall shine out of darkness," is the One who has shone in our hearts to give the Light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not from ourselves" -2 Cor. 4:5-7
Dear Me:
Stop doing. Stop chasing the illusion of perfection and safety and embrace the fact that I'm a dirty earthen vessel with a blinding light inside.
