If the Spirit of God has transformed you within,
you will exhibit Divine characteristics in your life, not good human characteristics.
God’s life in us expresses itself as God’s life,
The secret of a Christian is that the supernatural is made natural in him by the grace of God…”
Part of me is not ready for summer to be over.
Not ready to watch the yard change out its summer coat for dusty brown, one blade at a time. Up here we tend to flower beds, fruit trees, and turf 10 months out of the year, so that 2 months can be beautiful– August, and September.
But part of me is ready.
I tip-toed over to Chantée’s rock garden yesterday, as if one false step would chase away the perfect mountain morning. We’re past due for frost, but still rainclouds from a zealous monsoon have kept the heat in every night…
And so in the chill of an almost-October morning at 8,000 feet there were still flowers singing glory amongst the rocks.
Thought I:
Boy, you’d think it was about time for hibernation. Seriously, all this praise will come to a screeching halt in a few days, for frost can’t be all that far away. Be quick and spread seed. The time for blooms is past…
Or is it?
When I tiptoed back away from the garden, little flowers that wordlessly sing hallelujah had taught me another lesson…
Let the frost come! For one last glorious moment color will shine through crystal, and then the flower’s work will be done.
Sing to the finish.
If spring is time for growing, and summer is time for loving, then fall is time for giving.
And that’s the most beautiful thing of all…
Words fail of conveying sufficient depth and gravity.
Clichés like: “I’ll never be the same” apply, but still don’t tell it like it is…
I throb thankfulness while I grope for expressions worthy, and finally conclude-
Our best statements are understatements.
Because once again, our God has outdone Himself, blessing when we went to bless.
How I needed the quiet. How I needed to see the rocks that cried red. How I needed the battle to refocus. How I needed to be broken and healed, raised up out of weakness, charged to fight…
Reminded that I am nothing.
Reminded that “All things work together for good…”
All things.
Thank You Jesus.
Thank you, beautiful friends from all over the continent…
We love you…
Taste of the Tour from Sean Nebblett on Vimeo.
Spent hours this morning in a warm little Austrian living room, talking of Heaven… (While the clouds were deciding whether or not to cry.) Now my heart carries a peculiar little twinge.
Seems like these days, to be a “Christian” is to try resist temptation (most of the time),
Above the timber line: looking down from Arizona’s tallest peak. |
Suddenly there was a solidity of step, as the weight on the shuffling feet was trusted to stronger ones downhill.
. . . . . .
Hours later I thought:
God is like that.
He needs all of my weight for optimum footing in my life.
I can insist on using my lame feet when the slope is particularly scary,
I got a chance to chat with Jim Rennie at ASI Atlantic the other day. (He’s the director of Asian Aid USA)
He said what they need most desperately is sponsors. People to love.
Because love does.
I promised weeks ago I’d post clips of our CD recording, because so many of you prayed…
Well, I just did.
Not here though.
Drop by and see us. 😉
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