I write all that is below because I feel I should share a glimpse, and that is all it is, of what I have come home from. I share it with you not to make you jealous, but to create within you a longing for the things of God. We are too content. Thats what was revealed to me this morning at church, I called people to hunger, thirst, longing, to want to chase after Him, to see His words bear fruit. Read what God has said He will do, read what Jesus said about Himself and his kingdom and our authority, read it and then declare it. We are living with the bar set too low, we are far too satisfied and content with where we are and the tiny things we are asking for. How big is your God? I ask again, how big is your God? Sit under His waterfall, ask for Him to fill you so that you might be brimming, that you might be poured out to everyone you come into contact with. Stop being comfortable and satisfied. Divine discontent. I dare you to pray for it ;)

Monday, March 02, 2009

If I were to write 10,000 words
How much more would I be heard?
How could even all express,
Depths of joy mirrored by distress.
Though words paint well a canvas bare,
I fear even these won't take me there. 

For what picture do I wish to find,
To paint the feelings in my mind?
An ocean, sitting, to and fro,
On pebbled beach soft waves do flow.
A silent, never-ending tide,
Herald change, reveal and hide.

And yet, until it's gone once more,
Do I dare walk this salted shore.
I look intent for nothing known,
I find only one acceptable stone. 
But as I reach the waves appear,
Crashing, rushing, crawling near.
I've yet to know the stone's purpose before,
Fingered waves cover pebbled floor. 

The stone, my precious treasure touched,
By crawling, roaring waters brushed. 
Intake of breath, a sigh of waves, 
Receding now as sunlight bathes
Myriads of stones, all alive but one;
For my precious little stone,
was gone.

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