As of late I haven’t wanted to write. I really haven’t wanted to share where my heart and my head have been. I haven’t wanted to give voice to what has been rolling around in this single, 31 year old mind of mine. If it had a voice, it would be somewhat jaded at God for where it was residing. I was holed up at the corner of tired and waiting and frustrated at life. That’s not a great intersection to be at, especially at the particular house I was unpacking my stuff and setting out my knick-knacks at the new place of residence.
That’s when God came through and evicted me. I wasn’t happy to be kicked out, as I was planning a major party…a pity party. One for the record books too folks, as I plan some pretty amazing parties. But He had other plans, as He usually does. He took me for a walk, much like Sandra on “Property Virgins” would after having looked around the neighborhood I thought I wanted to be in. He guided me a few blocks over to This Ultimately Isn’t About You Way where He helped me find a really nice place-big enough to share with others and it even has a saloon door on the front!
I wasn’t designed for introversion, frustration, apprehension, and a life spent in aggravation. No, He meant a life where I am set apart to live holy and righteous…trusting in His love, however hard that is for me at times to live in. A love that is so deep and beautiful that I did not fathom until I read these verses as if I had never seen them:
“For my thoughts are not Your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts are than your thoughts. For as the rain and snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall My word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:8-11