I once rode a horse one hundred miles in a day, through a forest fire with a woman on a mule named Danny who sang songs she’d made up to help pass the time…
I once rode a horse one hundred miles in a day, through a forest fire with a woman on a mule named Danny who sang songs she’d made up to help pass the time…
When my sanity returns, I don’t have a need to inflict punishment on those who are blocking my desired outcome. The process of how I move through this situation becomes more important than where the process takes me. I remember that how and why I do things defines who I am more than where I end up.
In truth, I don’t feel very settled in all of this. I feel like I should be basking in the glory of God’s promises, I should be rejoicing in all the good he has done for us… but the truth is I feel unstable and strangely hollow at times. For the first time I begin to relate to the author of Ecclesiastes who laments that in great blessing or great struggle… all is vanity and a chasing after the wind.
I have been praying, planting and nurturing, and enjoying the simplicity of planning and planting seeds. It all seems very manageable when you are in that place. And now this year, I am becoming overwhelmed with the fruit! My dream is turning into a bit of a nightmare!
As the revelation dawned that once again I am seeing the people who create speed bumps and potholes in what I am certain is my well-deserved straight path before me I remember the sons of thunder from Luke 9:54 (“Lord, do you want us to tell fire to come down from heaven and consume them?”) I imagine Jesus shaking his head at them, and at me, wondering when will you get it?
I want to sow a field of trust in God for what he is going to bring out of the ground. I want to take the seeds God is handing me and throw them into the ground without having to know what they are in advance. I want to be a woman who sows those seeds and knows with confidence that in the appointed time (Kairos) the harvest will come!