Whispers of the Day

"orange sky" photo by Bgrace

"My Father's way may twist and tun,

My heart may throb and ache,

But in my soul I'm glad I know,

He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,

My hopes may fade away,

But still I'll trust my Lord to lead

For He doth know the way.

Though night be dark and it may seem

That day will never break;

I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,

He maketh no mistake.

There's so much now I cannot see,

My eyesight's far too dim;

But come what may, I'll simply trust

And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift

And plain it all He'll make;

Through all the way, though dark to me,

He made not one mistake."

--A.M. Overton

"It feels like the light of God in me; the sanctuary, the place of trust, the place of the presence of God is hidden so deep within me that I can bearly see it. It is like the faintest light at the end of a long tunnel. And it is very shy. Not exactly fragile, but shy in the sense that it is so intimately connected with the core of my being, which is suffering such deep violence, that it is not willing to show itself and risk being further violated.

I cannot bypass the violence done within in order to be able to receive--it only causes deeper and further damage.

And I cannot risk the light of God being snuffed out in me. I must protect it.

I know that in that light is the strength and truth of God that must take over more and more in my being. God is more patient then most, however, and I cannot go ahead of His path and movement. So in my stuggle to come to terms with what it means for me to stand and what I'm supposed to stand on, and how, and why, I realize I must learn to crawl again first.

We learn the same lessons all our lives on deepening levels, right?

So if I am to stand on anything, foundationally, it must be God Himself. Not God in me. Not God in relationship to me or others. Not God's word to me or God's actions, or God's creations. Because all of those things involve something that is not purely God. And all of those things are mediated in some way that is "un"God and thus at some level imperfect, incomplete, and undivine.

So what I most foundationally must stand on is God apart from all but Himself. And trust that He moves in and around and through and beyond my imperfectly discerned understanding of who He is."
Notes from my journal, Oct. 2008

I came upon both of these writings today. And they seemed to fit together. Not only of where I was a few months ago, but of how true they ring today.

The writings that I cherish the most, whether my own, or others', are writings that become more and more true and fitting as time passes. There is a polyvalence to them. A refraction of light that hits the words just at a slightly different angle and suddenly what you thought had already born out its meaning shows itself as full as ever of real and beautiful significance.

My dear sister in the Lord, you gave me this poem a long time ago...do you remember? It still rings true today for us both. Remember it as you go. I entrust you to Him.

Love you dearly.

B