Good morning…
Thinking, “I can’t process everything,” I close my eyes to cocoon in silent dark. I breathe. Breathe deep. Breathe more. Quietly my mind recalls the words of a friend. “The intense hatred of human beings is heartbreaking and hard. Why is everything coming undone?”
In sensing without my eyes, I re-realize, the ways of the world are not God’s ways. They never have been. They never will be.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace (Isaiah 55:8-12a, NIV).
Might we open our eyes to the organic growth coming from the mouth of God?
…Sue…
