August 28, 2014

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Five-Minute-Friday: a chance to sit down and pen unfiltered, unedited, with community about one word. Share your story, won't you?
I have been hanging out with these wonderful writers for a while, and it has been one of the most encouraging experiences of my life. So please, come sit with us awhile?

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There wasn't even a word yet, and I was writing. Because I needed to. Because the writing awakens wonder.

Sometimes I don't live like I believe Psalm 139. "You hem me in, behind and before," "I am fearfully and wonderfully made," "in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me," "I awake, and I am still with you," "for darkness is as light with you."

Darkness is light in the eyes of the Creator. No darkness His sight cannot reach, and not just a reach that grazes with shaking fingertips, but a deep reach.

His eyes see what ours cannot—but our soul-eyes gaze, as Tozer writes, and this is faith, the things unseen. And yet all that darkness, all that not-so-simple dark as Luci Shaw says, “swims with complications” subtleties that He knows. How does God see? Does He have eyes? Or does He sense as Aunt Beast does, things beyond those who see can sense? (A Wrinkle In Time)

And how can I forget this? This wonder—not at the world or sunsets or winging birds, but at the Spirit hovering over the waters, and maybe that is why the wind across the lake fills lungs like no other, for He swept across the waters and breathed life into lungs and veins and minds and the wonder of Him sweeps over again, each breath a whisper of His name, and a remembrance of that first Adam-breath.

And remembering the last breath as He gave up to give us breath beyond this worldly air.

And these, Job reminds, are but whispers we hear of Him, the outskirts of ways reaching far beyond what eyes and minds can sense. A God we cannot overestimate. He knows “when I sit down and when I rise up,” knows “my thoughts from afar,” is “acquainted with all my ways.” Oh, to marvel that He knows.

14 comments:

  1. I just *love* how you weave Scripture throughout your thoughts .. So refreshing. And this part --> "... I was writing. Because I needed to." I *so* get that .. ;-)

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    1. I hoped the Five Minute Friday gals would get that first part :) glad you did. And my thanks, and glory to One whose words I weave.

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  2. I love hearing your heart up close like this ...

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    1. And I love reading your comments. They are as beautiful as posts and mean much to this humble blogger. :)

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  3. I loved you post. So poetic and profound, flowing easily. Just beautiful.
    And oh. I got it ... I, too, write because I must.
    Thank you and blessings.
    Andrea

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    1. Ah, glad you get it too! :) Thanks for stopping by.

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  4. Yes, that is one thing so many FMF writers are gifted at--their fluency in scripture is inspiring. There are so many gems in here. I love "soul-eyes" and "first Adam-breath" and I always appreciate a "Wrinkle in Time" reference. Glad I could read this today.

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    1. Thanks so much! I actually just read A Wrinkle In Time for the first time ever last week, but parts of it captivated me, and I couldn't resist. :)

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  5. Yes~ and AMEN!! Thank you, Lord!!

    I loved this, this morning...

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    1. I am honored to be a blessing for your morning :)

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  6. Beautiful. "Because the writing awakens wonder." Yes it does!

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  7. Reminds me of I Kings 19:11-12...He wasn't in the earthquake, the fire, or the wind...but in the whisper. Lovely post and I love love love the graphic!

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    1. thanks, I am glad you appreciated the graphic :) that is a really neat verse. Glad you shared!

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