God meets with us in the dust and detritus of our daily lives.
Here, right where we are, planted in ordinary, He grants us tastes of His extraordinary ways.
Sacred spaces exist in the secular. Holy sounds can be found all around.
And as I lay resting more than before, trying to recover from flu-induced extra weariness and weakness, God has been meeting with me most in the everyday.
Touching me with tenderness, revealing reminders of His grace, bringing beauty out of the ashes of adversity.
Yes, I yearn for strength, energy and ability to walk the earth, feel grass beneath my feet.
I long to be by the sea, sniff coastal breezes, breathe deep.
Yet here, confined as my life might currently be, there is no constraint which God’s Spirit cannot overcome.
He finds a way to whisper to hungry hearts, to touch limited lives with His liveliness.
Here’s what I heard while at rest recently…
‘Ripples’
Ripples of sound reverberate through
radiators like discordant chimes
They remind me of times when I can
blow hot and cold in my emotions
and require God’s radiant heat
to slow and steady me
with the warmth of its beat
Swish-bend of trees, reaching high
then low to earth is a dance
stirred by Holy Spirit sighs
And it reminds me of the need
to remain supple in my soul
while God oils each crack and crevice
of its bark to make me whole
White-plumped pillows cradling
my head as I slumber-rest
within this bed are reminders
of the way I’m held fast
in God’s loving embrace as He
speaks peace to soothe this hour
and gently smooth out the days
Curtains closed to guard light-wary
eyes against invading bright rays
provide a shield whereby
I’m reminded of protection
from above, where worldly
darkness can never conceal
penetrating grace and love
©JoyLenton2015
*Manna crumbs*
Home comforts:hot drinks, meals, company and conversation, bed, quiet and dark where needed
Symptoms less severe, improvement knocking at the door, healing closer than before
Being soothed by God’s voice when my soul grows fretful, noisy in its haste to be well
Given whispered poetic words to share
Seeing grace reverberating in daily life ~ here, there and everywhere ~ #1000gifts of grace
