Pencil and Ink

As the challenge of following Jesus in the moments of each day and week continues something has occurred to me. It is that I prefer to work in ink and Jesus prefers pencil and eraser. I prefer a journey from A-B whereas he prefers to wander and take in a mystery tour. I want definition and shape and he is happier with impressions and suggestion. I like to think I am in control when he actually is in control. It is in short a realisation even a confession that in the everyday I am living in perpetual strain and struggle with Jesus. On the surface I follow him- I read the Bible and enjoy true communion with him but underneath in my heart of hearts my will my desire is alarmingly strong and well. To yield means to lose. I don't want that, my pride, my ego, would be disenchanted with that despite the fact I would be yielding to the One who has yielded everything for me. How ridiculous is that? 

So I need a new pencil and eraser so that I can learn to rest and enjoy blurred mystery which is flexible and changeable which can be rubbed out without shame or failure but in order to walk better and live more. 

Sharing

Last night I got to share my heart. A small bunch of believers invited me to share some thoughts on prayer. I found the Spirit stirring profound thoughts and words of the nature of God as Trinity; of His longing for our participation in His wonderful other-centred life; of his existing heavenly conversation - Jesus and the Spirit communing with Father. It was so rich. The word which kept spilling from my heart up on to my lips was JOY.
Prayer is participating in the JOY of the Trinity!
I shared about prayer walking and the wonderful freedom it is not to imagine situations in a prayer meeting as you study the carpet at your feet, but to engage - see people, situations , possibilities and to pray out there. Fabulous stuff!
By the end I think God had touched us and opened our hearts to a whole freshness of praying in the Spirit.
They want me back - next time we will actually go out and prayer walk. Can't wait!

The Spirit's Drama

Rising generation
Voices declaring
Holy words - Holy ways.
Falling generation
Eyes open seeing
Holy mysteries - Holy intent.
Messages, dreams , vision
Pouring forth from heaven
Released on earth
The Spirit's joyful drama.
Drama in the skies
Drama on the earth
Scarlet blood gushing
Blazing flames rampaging
Acrid smoke billowing
Eclipses complete
Black Sun
Bloodied Moon
Sun and Moon
in cosmic choreography
Your Dance, your drama
Your Day God
Your holy holy holy Day.