Under the Waves Lately I've been finding my equilibrium only in my quest to know who Christ is. Not just reading about Him but reading and then asking questions. Not just gathering information but gathering information and investigating what it's saying or describing or bearing witness to. Not just studying but studying and then sitting back to absorb the blaring reality. I'm off kilter when I'm tunnel focused on getting through or grasping desperately for a bit of truth I can immediately apply. I'm scrambling and struggling to find my footing and form something solid to steady my floundering mind. Enough of this. I want to be stable. I want to be steady. Be still. Rest. Crave the knowing. Fixed seeking. These things fasten my thoughts and halt the reeling. These things give grounding for choosing calm, ensuing triumph in the middle of chaos. Questions don't need to override answers. Fear doesn't need to display a jagged response. Calm. Grounded.
Unmasking my reality. Absorbing each moment. Attempting to bring calm into my chaos. Learning to trust God. In this breezy, heavy, honest, green, sometimes dark and sometimes hopeful place, there is the working out of my soul. I am clearly weak. Christ remains strong. This story is still being written…