Showing posts with label persevering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label persevering. Show all posts

Friday, August 29, 2014

Like a Salmon...

who swam up the waterfall & found out the others had moved on.

tired...
no, that's not it...


















that's it.


  A weariness that saps you of all your strength down to your marrow. Do you ever get that weariness that wants to just stop the world, the news, all of social media, people talking, people rushing about, no one listening?

 A tiredness that is about to burst from the inside and leave you void of the desire to want to scream about it all. In actuality, you know the problem is not just other people avoiding doing what the Bible commands, but it is also you avoiding doing what the Bible commands. 

 Energy drained from fighting against the crowds swimming with the current, eyes poised on the waterfall before you, and you leap with all the force of your faith over and over again. Then there you are and that second of realizing success in a tremendous feat vanishes because the current is stronger, weightier at the top of a waterfall. The massive drive to pour everything over the edge is overwhelming. You must be fully engaged to push against it and slowly move forward. How easy it would be to just give in, let go, drift. 

 but God...
 
and so you swim on with rejoicing in your heart that you are not alone, it is not hopeless, you will make it. You will be in the presence of God one day and it is a sweet refreshing for the journey ahead.


 



Monday, July 1, 2013

I'm Not Fine, Thank You & How Are You?

  When I read 2 Corinthians 11, I wonder how Paul bore up under all the things he faced on a daily basis. Of course, he had faith in Christ that sustained him but moment by moment, did his flesh sometimes have a mutiny?

Did he sometimes hide away and cry? Probably not.

Sometimes it is easy to imagine him haggard and worn down saying the words in this chapter, or was he more like a concerned father? 

  Either way I wish I was more like Paul...but I am not. It is only a magnificent Lord that would tolerate such a sorry servant and continue the arduous task of sanctification.

    Today I leave you with words from someone more like him. This is from the missionary Amy Carmichael:

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die, and rent
by ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?

No wound, no scar?
Yet as the Master shall the servant be,
And, pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who has no wound nor scar?