the wealth of spiritual poverty
the poverty of spiritual wealth…
lets pray for Him to be awe-fully close today.
this morning i was walking to the MAX and the sun hadn’t quite risen yet- the sky was not looking as spectacular as the rest of this week… but for some reason i just blessed it- ‘this day is yours, and you did good already’. when i got to the Failing foot bridge i just freaked out, the sky cracked and God kind of just oooooozed out. purples, reds, whites.. i looked around, made sure the coast was clear, then i jumped and jumped for joy and sang sort of loudly.
its weird, because we know that its going to happen, we know the sun is going to rise. sometimes i just assume things might not be spectacular.
i need to bless it anyway.
bless it anyway.
and then jump and sing.
when the coast is clear… ish.
This happens to me about three times a week. except I drive so I can’t jump in my truck, but the cost is always clear to sing. It’s like the sky turned to sherbet.
i like this part a lot: “its weird, because we know that its going to happen, we know the sun is going to rise. sometimes i just assume things might not be spectacular.”
i have that attitude with so many things but i didn’t realize it until now.