Have you ever been in that place? Time rushes by your head in a whirlwind tornado-style fashion. It's nine o'clock, morning check-in time. Then you blink, three days have flown by a
nd nine o'clock, morning check-in time has come by again. You are dizzy with having three days of information in your head with little on the details. Yet in this same time, anticipation for something is screaming in your ear like a constant alarm clock that has a broken alarm, that is, the alarm NEVER stops. It eats away at your patience and even as time flies by, your soul etches away at the granite structure it tries to revel in your life. That one thing that you are certain of - if ONLY it could fully be in your grasp, you would be happy. Fulfilled in all ways known to mankind... your fingers.. can just barely - sense it...
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It inevitably begins to fester inside and causes the radically fast train of life to become derailed in a commotion of anger, frustration, disappointment and the revelation you were so longing for is to be forsaken and walked away from (remember, now derailed, you think it will never come).
You sit stunned, completely confused at how you possibly could have fallen into such a PIT, all the while, the fog your life was in suddenly seems clear and the hindsight, 20/20 vision, kicks in pointing out every small, intricate, minute step that took you to the derailed situation you ultimately have found yourself in.
At first, the past seemed complete confusion, and a clear, solid focus was in hand. After you derailed, the past is clear but you are completely lost in your destination, not even knowing how to pick yourself out of the muck, which, oddly enough, seems comfortable and moving is the LAST thing on your mind. You are happy in your oblivion of what is to come. Happy to sit, mope, and lick your self-inflicted wounds.
Maybe I'm the only one who has this issue, but it seems to happen far more often than it should. WHEN will I learn!!
Thankfully, God puts a burr under my butt encouraging me to get up, dust myself off, and begin anew. I turn my head to scripture and finally get what I was craving - true focus. Romans 8, a true path needing no addition to it, fills life with a clear focus that allows for the spirit to have a flood of refreshment finally flow over it. What once was entrenched and rotting in bitterness is softened, allowing for God to work in ones life.
Now does that mean the granite slab I was so slowly etching away has vanished. No, it's is still there. But I no longer seek to force what it is to reveal. Instead, I allow God to work on it, molding it with hands that can manage something has hard as granite as if it were soft putty. Amazingly, it begins to be revealed as something far more compelling than what I saw in my minds-eye. God's vision truly is something words do little to no justice. Same granite block, same longing and desires in my soul, but quenched in ways I never could have envisioned in my life, my understanding. So, life is something MORE, and focus is solid - solid as granite!
"12 Therefore, brothers, we have an obligation--but it is not to the sinful nature, to live according to it. 13 For if you live according to the sinful nature, you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live, 14 because those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. 15 For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship.[g] And by him we cry, "Abba,[h] Father." 16 The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children. 17 Now if we are children, then we are heirs--heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory." Romans 8:12-17
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