A young blogger, one I admire greatly for her quirky posts and deep thoughts, has me thinking. Perhaps those inner musings that ordinarily never see the light of day might be of benefit to others.
So, Rae, I dedicate this set of posts to you. The inventor of interesting questions that make me THINK rather than drift. I hope I inspire as you have inspired. To that end may we both aspire to represent a blend of humor, plus faith, sprinkled with honest doubts, in hopes of equaling a life transparent.
“Ah-hem,” so to begin.
I’ve been thinking as I’ve spent the last ten days in bed with another miserable cold, how much I dislike it when I am put in another cycle of WAIT on ME. All fine speeches of patience set aside for the moment, “Will I ever learn?”
This is decade numero six for Pete’s sake!
Perhaps it’s my strange dreams that get me going. Fever plus Grief Leftovers makes for strange mind journeys. I see the “what” but not so much the “why” except that the past is finally releasing it’s hold on me.
That’s good, for I am longing to step into something new but without all the baggage, or at least—not so much.
Is it possible I have one last grand adventure in me?
A Dream Splendid yet undreamed?
This cold reminds me that the spirit is willing but the flesh is indeed weak. But, I am also reminding me that Elijah did some of his best work at the last, after dark days in dim and distant cave.
For that matter, so did Moses, and Abraham, my heroes!
I don’t pray much these days because I am waiting. I don’t know what or how to pray—so even my prayers are “on hold.”
Still, I am strangely content in my dislike.
Is that even possible?
I don’t feel restive or as if I am pacing in my soul. “Thank you God!” It is indeed possible to enter into His rest.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 KJV