Sometimes I can imagine myself running in a field, along a rocky but narrow path memorized by the beauty that surrounds me. I see daffodils and daisies, carnations and lilies, I see wildflowers and sunflowers, each representing the blessings from God. What beauty lies in the colors of the intricate delicate beings filling my journey with warmth and joy. I can't help but notice the blessings as I'm being guided by the sweet aroma of the Holy Spirit gifted by God. What am I running towards? What is the final destination? Those are questions that can only be answered by the words inked on pages of the little Holy book in my pocket. His words recall “Let not steadfast love and faithfulness abandon you, bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart”(Proverbs 3:3). I am enchanted by such words of wisdom, that even in a field all alone, I feel at most companied with the gift of God’s hand.
You see, I've been running for a long time, and at times there have been wars waging within my mind. Uncharted paths, filled with untamed desires to seek the worlds unknown. When I come to yet another dead end I take out my book and read from its enriching deliverance deepening my soul tear by tear. “Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways Acknowledge him, and he will make your path straight”(Proverbs 3:5-6). I begin to run toward the glorified light in the middle of my dedicated narrow path. Word by word, page by page my mind, heart, and soul is opened to an infallible joy that remains in the far distance at the end of my path. The faster I run the more ground I cover, and the more ground I cover, the bigger the body of Christ becomes. Flower by flower I see the blessings of The Great Commission being fulfilled among all the nations.
But Im stopped in my path when I noticed something that catches my attention, The burden of love here on earth. It’s quite heavy but durable as it brings strength and stamina that is much more firm when found in unity upon the love of Christ. It’s valuable but fragile, beautiful but flawed, joyful but painful. I see the burden and my heart reaches the depths of dismay as I feel an undeniable connection to the burden. I admire its inner workings only to be crafted by the steady hand of an all-powerful creator. Once again I take out my little Holy book and read from the soft white pages.
“By wisdom, the lord founded the earth; By understanding he created the heavens. By his knowledge, the deep fountains of the earth burst forth, and the dew settles beneath the night sky. My child, do not lose sight of common sense and discernment. Hang on to them, For they will refresh your soul. They are like jewels on a necklace. They keep you safe on your way, and your feet will not stumble.” (Proverbs 3:19-23)
I lift my glassy eyes up from the page and gaze into the stars as my mind wanders into an abyss of spiritual revelation. Wisdom is the means by which the Lord established and founded creation. To live in wisdom is to live out of peace and clarity underneath even the darkest of skies.
So I ponder the wisdom gifted by God seeking to discern where my footing should lie next. If I pick up this burden my heart would be blessed with an unknown love only to be seen through a covenant promise, but I would be slower in my travel to the ends of the earth. Or I can leave this burden behind to be looked at no more. I would have a substantial amount of freedom in direction and serving, But I know my heart would long to share my joys with a companion suited for the mission. Both are equipped with their challenges but neither is impossible with the power of the will of God. So I stare under the gleaming night sky waiting and listening for the voice that calms the most chaotic storms. Knowing this will be my mystery until it comes a day when the lord directs me unto the path of saying "I do".
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