This groping in the dark room of explanation doesn't scare me as much as it used to. Instead of the terrified hands waving the space in front of me, grabbing anything, nothing, terrified to drown in "somewhere" "it" "something" "this," I sit still, let Him carry me across this emptiness.
Yes, I understand this is an emergency, as in something will emerge, the emergent space like the ripple in the water, a feather floating down, the sand cracking open to reveal the words you've been listening for this whole time. Still yourself a moment because some new something is about to become real. You don't have words for it because you've never encountered anything like "this" "it" "something" you are sharing this space with. Soon you'll introduce yourselves and then the hands will meet and some new word, some blooming syntax, this remarkable story will be whispered, the kind that lights the blank room, the firefly in your palm.
There is no stopping God from completing the work He has begun, and I know without a doubt that He is working in this "sometimes" as sure as He makes, He carries, He sustains, and He rescues.
Emergent. Yes. Sounds like you've got plenty in the tank even if that plenty is masked with "sometimes" and "it" and "thing." You just sit and feel the emergency and give yourself a high five. The words will follow in their time.
ReplyDeleteI understand how you feel; I've been there myself.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes...God is always working, in the "sometimes" as in ALL times.
I love the laundry on the line. That's a beautiful thing. :)
Some days, all I can do is nod my head and murmur, "mmmh. 'tis true; so true."
ReplyDeleteYes... what Teagan said.
ReplyDelete