point of view

turn off turn onto the gravel roads to wander to reach for a spray of the wildflowers, not as a taking of the fruit of another's possessions but as a recognizing welcoming the delight of sun, wind, sky mountain and plain to gather the glories in highlight their riotous worship. Yes, we see we join with the ringing, repeating song of praise! image source

Listen to Me, you stubborn-hearted I will carry you. Be still and hear, you rebellious I love you. Though you stumble in the dark lugging your idols around Though you close your eyes and put your fingers in your ears when I am speaking to you Though you hide your pet addictions under the bed and protect your favorite sins like a toddler with candy listen to Me I still love you. I will carry you. I will never leave you or forsake you. I will bring you Home I will pursue you, hedge you in, and guide you always. And I will capture your heart. Who is safe from the power of the Love of a holy God?

Impossible is the roof on what we think can be done but we are told God doesn't fit in the house He is the atmosphere. When the quicksand is sucking or the clay is hardening in on my ribcage the rope around me, pulling me up is from You it happens every time. And when I see, it steals my breath away. I want to run and say in wonder, with outstretched hand like a little child, "Can You be my Papa?" but You already are

silky cotton clouds chase after the elusive pink orange blush of the set sun as it slips down across the country this magnetic vortex unmarred except for a dust speck I mean passenger plan crowded with people merrily putting, cutting it's inharmonious way across this mystery I wonder, if I were the pilot would I be able to resist that mystical pull? Maybe I would fly along clueless too preoccupied with instruments and timetables to look up and see How is it anyway, we humans so often go putt-putting on our way ignoring the fingers of creation, all pointing upward ears too full of cacophony to hear the song of salvation too busy to stop and ask what really is all this longing for? What should I be chasing after?