I hear the Word and feel the goad, then get angry at the bumps in the road.
My vision only sees the next oblivious of those my path infects.
"All I can do is all I can do," the mantra of the stuck consistently plays in my head while bleeding out my pluck.
Responsible man doing your job, plodding a reasonable course, at the end of the day you've made your hay and you eat it like a tired plow horse.
Eternity beckons, and creativity calls. But in these twilight years, my engine stalls.
All my dreams are dead but one, all converged and before I'm done my tale will be one of two: I have fulfilled what He called me to, or I have stayed with reasonable folk pulling under the plowman's yoke?
Stepping into what you can see is living a life of safety. But faith cannot with human reason commence. It breaks the bridle of common sense.
It leaves the furrow in the dale of the dead, never to be stabled in the plowman's shed.
Grace joins our needs with His plan. Truth in love gives faith to fallen man.
His idea is resurrected for His glory. Forgiveness, healing and purpose becomes our story.
God has implanted that amazing seed, and it waits to be watered with Word and deed so that it can accomplish eternal preservation, magnifying His great love in every tribe and nation.
The substance of things hoped for enters when you answer the door. The evidence of things unseen is Jesus bringing in His immeasurably more than you can ever dream or conceive. With your head up and eyes open, believe!
Dear Lord,
What of those who through history are still nameless? Those who heard and recklessly obeyed and remained shameless? Those who had to run for their lives, who lost families and homes, children and wives, abandoned hearth and hound, lived in holes in the ground all to stay faithful and true to You, Lord? Some were even sawn in to. I must confess I've not had it that hard, only a little battered shaken, and scarred. But like those others I know You see when I offer but small graces I learned from Your mercy. I've been on some stages, some large, most small, trembling and singing, speaking Your Word to all or any who'd listen. I did what you asked, no hidden agenda, my fear unmasked. My faith You gave me, my ability to. So in faith I will always give them back to You, Lord. Just help me to step out on what I can't see to honor You, Lord, and make You proud of me.
Hebrews 11:6 NKJV
[6] But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.
Dedicated to Stevo
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