Have you ever noticed the blue sky? Just stare at it, how in the middle of the sky it is the bluest. Toward the ends no matter which directions you look, north, east, west, or south it fades to the palest blue or grey? Did you ever wonder why God made the sky blue?
I love listening. To me listening is not granted to you, listening...hearing is a privilege. the rain drops falling on rooftops. The wind singing as it twirls around me. Birds twittering their glad songs. My mom telling me "She is glad that I'm hers and she loves me" My Dad saying "I'm proud of you" My sibling laughter. Most of all...I hear my Beloved voice.
Of late I've been pondering grace. How I long to get it! No matter how hard I've tried it doesn't seem that I have even grasp what grace is. My Pastor has preach for many a weeks now on the subject of grace. Yet, it seems I can hardly get it. I want to. Grace? What is Grace? How do you receive grace? Well...I know for a fact with faith come grace and from grace comes healing. Jesus and Grace goes together, they can not be separated. Jesus is grace. Who is Jesus? The Son of God. The son of God? He is life. Grace... freedom. The ability to be free. Grace is the opposite of Legalistic. There's no list to make with Grace. Grace? For a five letter word grace gives a much deeper meaning than it appears.
Mercy...to forgive. Extended grace...to be saved or to save. Does mercy go with grace? My mind is wandering. I want to get so much what my Pastor is excited...no thrilled about! I long to understand. I pray that I may grasp the understanding of grace fully.
Forgive me if my writing is barely readable . My fingers have longed wanted to write, and my heart is heavy and yet light. Sometimes it is good to let random pondering thoughts peek out through the busy seasons. I hope next time my thoughts will be more organized, but tonight I just had to share.
Keep writing, Christina! Even if it seems like both your hands and your mind are wandering. Your thoughts and your meditations are precious and valuable. The craft of writing takes time to develop. But the quiet, observant, listening, humble heart of a writer is the really important thing. And I can see that in you. The art of writing isn't the hardest thing . . . the art of listening is. Listening to the Lord. Hearing when He speaks. Keep doing that. Then the words to write will come.
ReplyDeletelove,
Mrs. Reid
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Don't think that no one listens when you speak or write or take photos. Just be obedient to write. And to speak. And to photo the beauty. The Lord will do the rest.