Sunday, December 7, 2014

Chariots of Fog

When people ask how I am, how work is going, my new living situation, or what I have been up to, I mention the books I am writing. Praise God I have been stirred to spend at least an hour each day on new material, which has got me through one book and almost to the finish of a novella.
To process through where I've landed in Corvallis, I cling to my passions as my identity, and I couple that with who I am as a son of God. Like my bank account, the gifts God gave me aren't mine, they are His and a gracious thing to have. The season I'm in has a lot to do with getting undressed of the world, of my self, and being clothed with what God has already accomplished. This is very internal, as people only scratch the surface, which is what emanates from the work God does in me.
My hope is in the follow through of God's goodness having kept me for twenty-three years of life. It's hard to say what it all means, what I'll achieve or aim at, save what God wills; but, what I do recognize is the life still in me. It's hard to come up words to sum any of it up, but I do note the grace, undeserved merit.
This post wasn't preconceived; I just enjoy writing, and I enjoy getting better at it. If I cling to money, my gifts, women, or the like: I have fallen far removed from the source and would be distracted from the simplicity of following a God who gave so much before I existed. I'm not famous like I wanted to be, nor did I have a yacht, but I have breath and I have family.
This coming week, the beautiful field that lay out before us, I want to situate myself closer to the will of God, the relationship of my life with the bounty of those placed around me, and disadvantage myself so that God can touch the world around me. Out of what has gone and the reflections of friends or family that I miss, I know for certain that I want them to have the best life available, which provokes me to sprint the distance for them. Above all, I want to look to the Source of it all, my Poppa in heaven - and grow closer to He who laid out for me.


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