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| I am lost wandering around in this really dark forest with only a fraction of light breaking through. I can barely make out the hole in the giant oak tree. It is big enough for me to hide in. I crawl inside just as the rain pours through the canopy above and pounds the forest floor. The lighting flashes and I close my eyes and cover my ears awaiting the crash of thunder. I desperately try to sleep in the safety of the giant oak as the storm rages outside. I curl up and try to stay dry but I can't escape the beating rain. I am wet and cold just longing for the morning light. As the night grows colder and the storm rages, I cling to the wall of the giant oak. Will it ever stop will darkness fade and the storm calm?
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I took a walk down to the river
A broken heart in my hands
Before the Taker and the Giver
To make my final stand
I waded out into the water
And I sank just like a stone
But I was lifted by the Angel
To never be alone
And I never knew
I could lay my burdens down
And I never knew
Redemption could be found
But I know now
I saw Your mercy in the morning
In the color of the sky
I let the Spirit wash me over
And the sun began to rise
I took a walk down to the river
And I laid my burdens down
Before the Taker and the Giver
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A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can’t go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act is a little old.
But I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith.
And I’m still right here.
But I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith.
And I’m still right here.
I’m gonna wait it out
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
I’m gonna wait it out
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this...
I’m gonna wait it out.
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| "Learning is not a singular event, it is a process over time."
This is a Chines Proverb that I read again today while I was working on school but it has been a while. I now read it with a very different perspective now than I have in the past. As I get older I seem to know less and less about life. In my relationship with God I have often wondered why it is that he allows me over and over to learn the same lessons. I mean he is God he could just strike me down but that would defeat the purpose of his grace. I am learning his unforced rhythms grace at the moment. This means that I have to just trust that he is going to lead me and when I don't let him lead that he is going to be there right beside me. This is all about learning to trust him for me.
So knowing that learning is a process I have to give myself the grace and encouragement that my Abba gives me. I will not ever totally understand this concept of grace but I will learn to embrace it and accept it.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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