“The Lord passed through the world, a figure of light and truth, sometimes tender, sometimes violent, always just, loving, effective, but not insecure. “If freedom is in thought, word, and action,” wrote Kahlil Gibran, “he was the freest of all men.” A word, a gesture, a few syllables traced in sand, a command like “Come, follow me!” and destinies were changed, spirits reborn, hearts filled with joy. Jesus walked on the water almost inadvertently; he chatted with Samaritans, prostitutes, children. He spoke to them of truth and mercy and forgiveness with never a shadow of insecurity darkening his countenance.
One who trusts in the Lord knows that by clinging to a miserable sense of security the possibility of transparency is utterly defeated. Just as the sunrise of faith requires the sunset of our former unbelief, our false ideas, our erroneous and circumscribed convictions, so the dawn of trust requires the abandoning of our craving for material and spiritual reassurances. Security in the Lord Jesus implies that we neither calculate nor count the cost any longer.”
But i have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
psalm 131:2
this was my reading from brennan manning yesterday.. and i wish that i read it yesterday…
my soul, it groans within me… waiting for your hand to move.
sometimes i need more patience.
sometimes i need more confidence.
sometimes i just need more answers.
sometimes i just need to spend more time with Jesus.
i hate to cling to a miserable sense of security.
i hate to miss Jesus when he is close enough to catch the kisses i blow to him.
i hate not knowing what to do.
somehow i think Jesus likes it.
somehow i think Jesus likes me.
