I have started new posts 6 or 7 times since my last post, only to become trapped in a never-ending cycle of editing and revision that is truly unnecessary.
So this one is for real.
Rain has always been one of my favorite things in the world. Naturally, this drought has been a weight upon my soul, a burden I'm sure the farmers, ranchers, and land owners of this nation feel a hundredfold greater than I do. However, recently the Lord has opened up the sky, reviving the earth and the souls that dwell upon it. I know it is likely far to late to benefit many crops, but it is a reminder that the unmerciful days of summer are finally beginning to yield to crisp autumn.
So begins another season of life. A time when the leaves, temperature, and atmosphere undergo significant change, and I am forced to pause for a moment to reflect on the time passed, and how that affects my present in relation to who I want to be in the future.
I opened the book of Proverbs again a couple of days ago, eager to be filled with words a little heavier than the empty chatter of the television, the deceptive verses that clutter our music, and the often hollow words that we make-believe gives glory to God and furthers His Kingdom. I see now, with the changing of the seasons, why my faith had been so shallow and meaningless...ultimately ineffective...recently.
The mocker seeks wisdom and finds none, but knowledge comes easily to the discerning.
-Proverbs 14:6
I realized that this verse applied directly to me (as all verses do, something I think we generally know but seldom actually believe).
Mocker: A counterfeit; one who challenges or denies.
Discerning: Showing outstanding judgement and understanding.
I asked and searched for wisdom constantly, but only now realized that it was impossible for me, a fake counterfeit, to attain it. I was lovingly forming chains that bound me to finite things rather than my eternal Father.
Praise be to God above, he opened my eyes. I just had to see the seasons change.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for your revelations and your grace that keeps no record of wrongs. Please continue to open my eyes to see you in everything around me. However, do not let me become satisfied with these visions alone. Rather, fill me with a hunger and a thirst, an urgency for my neighbor. One that will not allow me to keep my mouth shut while sorrow and pain run rampant in this world, but compel me to speak words of life. Thank you for the rain, for delivering me, and for loving me despite myself. You are truly too good to me.
Your Child,
Greyson
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