My vision? Travelling along the daily road... a rocky path with dust trailing my feet. I picture His precious scarred hand just under my elbow, guiding me. There are days... when I give Him everything... and there is not a day I don't speak to Him, but sometimes... I just keep my eyes on the road... and His presence might as well be my imagination, for all the mind I pay Him. But still... He walks with me. In the sun, in the rain... through the storm. Every storm.
Just thinking about it makes me wonder... how life on the dusty road really was... with Jesus and the disciples. Did they laugh together? Were they all friends, or just students? They often grumbled. And I wonder... if Jesus smiled through it, or rolled his eyes in frustration. Did He stoop to retie a sandal or remove a rock from under a toe... or did He wait with that look on his face that matches the arms crossed and the tapping foot that I often seem to display?
How I long for less of me and so much more of Him.
A thousand times I've failed
Still your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
Still I'm caught in your grace
-From the Inside Out, Seventh Day Slumber
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Oh, and I am just so glad for mercy that remains-- for grace that catches us and will not let us go.
Love this-
You never cease to amaze me.
xoxo
Suz
You humble me. Thanks.
I long for that too!! I love your gift!!!
What a beautiful post. I makes me pause and think.
what a great picture of God's faithfulness.
This is Divine!!
I see Him shaking His head at me all the time; when in fact all He gives is love.
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