I wrote "If if feels you might fly right off" before learning of the events in Moore. Oklahoma today. Please read "If it feels you might fly right off and I didn't know" for furthur clarification.
Out of the blogging pocket for the last week or so, because of so much wonder.
Out of the blogging pocket for the last week or so, because of so much wonder.
We’ve celebrated with several family
members who completed lengthy study for masters and
doctorate degrees and rejoiced in happy Baptisms.
Then there was the flurry of opportunities
to speak and share about God’s work.
So many blessings, and yet at
times, life has felt a bit overwhelming, a little crowded—
--and wearying.
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Now, here we are, exhaling after feeling we've been strapped to the back of a 747 for several weeks, sitting at a kitchen table at a family member’s home watching a couple of finches dig into the birdseed outside--the concerns about getting it all done now just a faint memory.
The seasons of life, the jet
days, and the bicycle days melt together, and through them all runs the
thread of God’s presence and work.
“We look at this Son and see the
God who cannot be seen. We look at this Son and see God’s original purpose in
everything created. For everything, absolutely everything, above and below,
visible and invisible, rank after rank after rank of angels—everything got
started in him and finds its purpose in him. He was there before any of it came
into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment. (Colossians 1:15-17).
He holds it all together even when the world seems to spin a bit faster and we feel we might just fly right off it, but the gravity of His love keeps us on this whirling planet.
He holds it all together even when the world seems to spin a bit faster and we feel we might just fly right off it, but the gravity of His love keeps us on this whirling planet.
Right up until this moment.
Outside right now, a squirrel spins in his
own orbit.
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