There are periods when we are locked into house shoes and home
repairs, when all of life seems to be so much existence. We move from point a to point b, picking up a
sock here and a fallen branch there all the while knowing that heavenly reality
is right there next to us. We know it’s
there but at present we have been shut out.
During these times I often wonder what root will trip me, what berm
cause me to falter and suddenly I have stumbled back into reality and can once
again be enraptured by the Beauty that is.
The oddity that I find in this is that the opposite may be truer
than my explanation. It may be that I stumbled
in the presence of the Devine and now find myself in the desert. Whatever the case, pray for the stumble.
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| One of my sons Zac's latest piece "All Dressed Up With No Place To Go" |
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