We sit in the tea shop. Jeremy reflects on his mission trip and the vacation that followed.
“It’s funny,” he said, “when I went to Kentucky, I wondered what I would do there, and they told me ‘just be.’ When I went to Hawaii, I was searching for a feeling, and missed all the wonderful things I did.”
Life isn’t one thing or the other. Every situation calls for a different response. The trick is to listen, to be present, and let God instruct us on the specific way we should go.
once all the footage is in,
the editor is given the task of
cutting, copying, and pasting the film together
so that it forms a powerful and cohesive whole.
There are scenes, brilliant snippets of reel,
that end up getting cut because they do not fit
the master narrative,
either they slow down the pace or otherwise
take away from the work as a whole.
Life is like that, sometimes
we must cut out even the good things
if they clutter, clog, or distract.
There are a billion different ways we could go.
LORD, give me the wisdom to know which paths to follow
and the strength to persist in the paths You have marked out
Thank you God for the job I have,
the chance to recoup the losses,
regain the wealth I so foolishly squandered.
Yet, even still, I miss people,
hearing their stories,
making eye contact with the living.
If it is possible, return me to my former self,
or better even, if it is Your will.
Time is a game of Jenga
Even if you could take out a bit of the past,
how do you know it is not a supporting structure
upon which many other blocks rest?
How terrible would it be to take out one unsavory element
only to see everything else come toppling down
in its absence?
We are who we are: finite creatures caught up
in the gears of time,
yet we relish in the knowledge that one day
Time itself will dissolve and its whole game will be packed up
and taken away,
by the One who began it all.
So, God teach me to play the game well, to move onward,
to lean on your for peace and guidance
when the game really seems to hard to win.
It is fun to be the fanciest fish in the pond,
but as time passes and you find yourself in bigger bodies
in river and lakes, even oceans-
you discover that there are fishes equally fancy as you,
and they too were once the fanciest,
so you all have to learn to coexist,
to compliment one another rather than challenge,
for this world, as large as it is,
remains at the same time very small,
whatever you put into the waters-
love or hate, strife or support-
will inevitably come back around.
So, play well and keep on swimming,
my fancy fish friend.
I want to go back,
but it’s not the time,
maybe one day,
but in the meantime,
I have You
and the moment.
Let me treasure our time together
as we trudge through the wasteland.
God of my senses
You are more beautiful
than all beauty I see
I submit to Your will completely
Reveal to me ALL Your ways