It never ceases to amaze me, the way He supplies our every need, and clears a path for us to grow.
This past week I felt like Gretel, following the bread crumbs. Only, I found myself at the door of something much better than one built of candy.
I have been attempting to follow in my Savior’s footsteps for years, but only really left the boat just recently, became the fisherman, jumped on the sand with both feet. But the leaving continues, the shedding of my skin, the slippery scales of our society sliding off my eyes that I might see – the soul. Not just my own, but others.
The woman who sat across the table and shared her heart, as well as humor. The other who sat nearer so I could read every wrinkle and crinkle of her smile, the lines of suffering, and the glow of triumph.
Then another, on a different day, at yet another table. My ears applauded her thick raspy tone of voice. My eyes celebrated the meticulous waves, and curls of her salt and pepper hair, as I looked into her beautiful eyes.
And then the question on the exercise sheet; “What do you think of when you see the word “soul”?”
She left it blank. She said she wasn’t spiritual, but I beg to differ.
Then the question; “What comes to mind when you think of heaven?”
She hoped there was a heaven, but wasn’t sure.
All the handouts, the paperwork, then a book my husband brought home. What was God trying to tell me? Where will all these breadcrumbs lead? One paper said “self-care”, the book screamed “abandonment”.
“Jesus, sort it out for me, and keep helping me see what you want me to see”.
Help me to live with “…an uncompromising vision for the world as God sees it,….having the attitude of Jesus.” – Phil M. Wagler (from his book Kingdom Culture, Growing the Missional Church)
Philippians 2:5-11