Saturday, February 11, 2012

Early one morning, late at night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other;
Drew their swords and shot each other.
If you don't believe my story's true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.


Sometimes I think that little poem explains my life. Nothing is what it seems and everything that I think I know I really don't know. Up is down and down is up; in is out and out is definitely in. It is enough to make my mind go in circles. But this one thing I do know: 


In the midst of all the craziness that makes up my life, God the Father, God the Son and the God Holy Ghost are completely and intimately involved in every aspect. So it doesn't really matter if up is down or down is up. It doesn't matter if my heart says I am happy while tears run down my cheeks. All that is irrelevant as along as He is on board and in control.


If you are like me, you have probably noticed that he looks at things a little differently from us anyway. I think  I'm falling apart and He says when I am weak then I am strong. There he goes again - down is up. I feel old and think it is time to settle down but He says there is much left for me to do. I think I have so little to give but He reminds me that little is much when God is in it. The little boy with his lunch probably did not think he had much to give either but it fed more than 5,000 people. 


One of my favorite scriptures is Acts 4:13


Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were unlearned and ignorant men, they marveled; and they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.






I admire and respect those who have committed themselves to higher study and understanding of God's word, but the fact that I am unlearned and simple does not keep me from giving out what the Lord has placed within my spirit. Brothers and sisters, if we have sat at His feet and beheld Him, we have much to give a hurting world. 


Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.


Psalm 16:11