Many times in life I have heard not to “judge a book by its cover”. I sometimes think it needs to be re-written, “cover yourself by the book”.
Then I said, “Here am I, Send me.” (Isa 6:8b)
In our zealous moments we cry out and pray to be sent; “feeling” it to be a truth at work inside of us. How we “feel” in that moment may well be heartfelt, but we need longevity. Longevity can only come from the Lord and not how we feel.
And when I dreamed I began to think all things were possible…
I lay upon chairs hearing voices around me. Words did not matter; it was enough to feel hearts. Love was in this room and I soaked in its presence.
I found a rock I could not move and decided I’d build my house upon it.
In the midst of a world that is always talking I find refreshment in meeting someone who is listening.
The genuine is the treasure but fool’s gold shines enough we get distracted.
The tongue wants to break free of its holds; desiring to speak opinions, casual thoughts and defensive diatribe. Mentally I must add another rope to tie it down. Temptation takes a pass this day so that love can be served in what I don’t say.
Love’s beauty cannot be captured in any but one, Jesus