"Shalom" would have been the perfect word to describe
the later moments of this afternoon, whilst the world seemed to be
in perfect peace, including that of the sleeping toddler beside my
own slumbering form. I welcomed the warmth of unmoving sunshine on my
cheek, and the constant rhythmic breathing of the little princess that I
was, this day, babysitting. My arm rested protectively over her
round belly, while the tip of my nose parked right alongside her
dainty chin. For a moment, darkness again came over me as I lingered
in sleep for yet another moment.
Though at heart, I was truly sighing in complaint. Why? Because for
the better part of this entire week, I have rather felt like something
of a zombie, (as weird as it sounds) with little joy within my heart in the least.
The problem being: all that I wanted seemed to be out of reach. My flesh cried out,
"Look at ME!!" or "GRRRR!!! Life is of no worth if I cannot have what I WANT!!!"
I tried to envision what peace must look like. I tried to think of
the picture of true contentedness... but even as far as my imagination might
wander whenever it is NOT required to, it had hit a lazy hour, this time, and did not wish to
accommodate my needs. I sighed. Everything is so futile... so very, very futile.
My eyes flashed open in the very next instant to stare at the perfect little form of
the child that I was babysitting. Flowing, blond hair caressed her unblemished baby
skin. Her damped eyelashes were very attractive, if I may be so bold,
and in all from her nose to her toes she was untainted by the
worries of the world. Glittering perspiration sprinkled her skin where I
caught a glimpse of her pulse, so quick, so unyielding. "What made it move?" was
my question for a moment. Oh. Duh! It was her blood. It was her
LIFE, flowing through veins and arteries.
Ok. So to make this short, Yah was showing me Who gives us that blood-that LIFE!
If He made us all so intricately beautiful, is EVERYTHING futile? And if
so much thought, design and effort was spent, simply to give us functioning
fleshly bodies, than what about our spiritual bodies? There HAS to be
something so much more than our flesh disallows us to see. No?
--Day 12 of the countdown to Pesach.--
"In the way of righteousness is life, and in it's pathways there is no death."
~~Proverbs 12:28~~
in perfect peace, including that of the sleeping toddler beside my
own slumbering form. I welcomed the warmth of unmoving sunshine on my
cheek, and the constant rhythmic breathing of the little princess that I
was, this day, babysitting. My arm rested protectively over her
round belly, while the tip of my nose parked right alongside her
dainty chin. For a moment, darkness again came over me as I lingered
in sleep for yet another moment.
Though at heart, I was truly sighing in complaint. Why? Because for
the better part of this entire week, I have rather felt like something
of a zombie, (as weird as it sounds) with little joy within my heart in the least.
The problem being: all that I wanted seemed to be out of reach. My flesh cried out,
"Look at ME!!" or "GRRRR!!! Life is of no worth if I cannot have what I WANT!!!"
I tried to envision what peace must look like. I tried to think of
the picture of true contentedness... but even as far as my imagination might
wander whenever it is NOT required to, it had hit a lazy hour, this time, and did not wish to
accommodate my needs. I sighed. Everything is so futile... so very, very futile.
My eyes flashed open in the very next instant to stare at the perfect little form of
the child that I was babysitting. Flowing, blond hair caressed her unblemished baby
skin. Her damped eyelashes were very attractive, if I may be so bold,
and in all from her nose to her toes she was untainted by the
worries of the world. Glittering perspiration sprinkled her skin where I
caught a glimpse of her pulse, so quick, so unyielding. "What made it move?" was
my question for a moment. Oh. Duh! It was her blood. It was her
LIFE, flowing through veins and arteries.
Ok. So to make this short, Yah was showing me Who gives us that blood-that LIFE!
If He made us all so intricately beautiful, is EVERYTHING futile? And if
so much thought, design and effort was spent, simply to give us functioning
fleshly bodies, than what about our spiritual bodies? There HAS to be
something so much more than our flesh disallows us to see. No?
--Day 12 of the countdown to Pesach.--
"In the way of righteousness is life, and in it's pathways there is no death."
~~Proverbs 12:28~~
1 comment:
Very deep and thoughtful writing...Yes, there is so much more! And our Father is so anxious for us to see it!!
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