Who would have thought.
That trust would be such a difficult mountain to climb.
I wake up in the morning knowing that my feet will hit the ground- not sink through.
That as I sit the chair will hold me.
But here I am questioning gravity itself as my world spins on an axis unfamiliar.
Certainly preparation, anticipation and calculation should have prepared me for this season of seeming remuneration for years of a lack of revelation.
But alas this is not truth. Recognition of this is victory enough.
And so I hold on to hope that I serve a God who keeps me on the up and up-
one that leaves me not in limbo -of stagnancy or ducking poles- but
takes me home each day to a place where all answers lay in Him and filter through my willing hands-
and a heart that tries to be soft through it all. A form of holy acid wearing through till the power leaks
and His children begin to live and not doubt and trust beyond the floorboards and chairs that
hold them.
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