In the place I'm in....it's my place. But it shouldn't be, really. For I am a temple. And I am hidden in Christ. This mystery, this beauty is what will take me out of myself and allow me to feel the True Presence.
Today, I am itchy. I am irksome. It's one of those days, created by me. I'm rushed, lagging and behind in homework, writing poetry rather than analyzing it for my assignment, praying the baby will stay asleep a little longer and annoyed that my kids are addicted to television though I've quickly become addicted to Twitter.
So; quiet. I need the whir of the fan above, the feel of the bedspread beneath, the view of the backyard where my kids are playing and above all, a peaceful quiet in my heart, not in my surroundings, to hear His voice.
I want to be aware and unaware. Unaware of real life long enough for true awareness. Unhurried enough to spend the time I need right where I am and where He wants me. At His feet and in His grace.
you’d better believe that you’re a heroine
17 hours ago