♫ שׂלּמּ Pattern & Praise שׂלּמּ ♫
Drifting off to sleep, finally, after some hours at the
Ukrainian Egg tray, I saw beautiful swirls, dots, curves
and dashes arrayed like a sunset – somewhere. Is it
inside my eyelids &/or on the screen of the inner eye?
Somewhere where that other place lingers after exerting
creative endeavor. An epiphany came at the crossroads
of this mysterious inner encounter, like a reward or a
happy invitation to come partake in the love of friends
mingling together, celebrating life. Maybe this is why
pattern is so important to God! He gave so much detail
about His preferences to good ole faithful Moses, the
man of God, the servant of God. His Word records
much delightful detail, all embodied in the Holy Spirit,
in His Son, our Savior, in our utterances of
His very Name.
Ukrainian Egg tray, I saw beautiful swirls, dots, curves
and dashes arrayed like a sunset – somewhere. Is it
inside my eyelids &/or on the screen of the inner eye?
Somewhere where that other place lingers after exerting
creative endeavor. An epiphany came at the crossroads
of this mysterious inner encounter, like a reward or a
happy invitation to come partake in the love of friends
mingling together, celebrating life. Maybe this is why
pattern is so important to God! He gave so much detail
about His preferences to good ole faithful Moses, the
man of God, the servant of God. His Word records
much delightful detail, all embodied in the Holy Spirit,
in His Son, our Savior, in our utterances of
His very Name.
As I merrily canoed along this stream so effortlessly,
I saw people, I felt their hearts. I pray for them at once,
naturally! My patterns are a shimmering weaving of our
lives! Each mark stitches an intersect because of prayer
in my own spirit, where the Holy Spirit is ever invited to
dwell. It is a happy place amidst the chaos of the world.
Paris, the New York Twin Towers, the Pentagon,
individual griefs all around the world. So much!
Somewhere, somehow in the midst of
woundedness springs forth new life, hope,
vitality and Shalom. He is Shalom. Whatsoever we
would do to the glory of God honors Him; it invokes
the Spirit's going forth to bless, to bring His presence.
Our work is the action side of the contemplative. Our
awareness of Him brings forth great windfalls of fruit.
We should be more creative in these episodes
together. The church, especially, needs more of the
action side of our contemplative worship, thought &
praise. His touch is in the pattern, as we might have
suspected, with the delight that comes here, there,
and everywhere. Thank you, Father, for giving us so
much counter balance, springs of living waters, and
joyful fun. Let your rivers of mercy, faithfulness and
truth flood the nations. The world should know that it
is OK to rejoice in You. II Chronicles 8
I saw people, I felt their hearts. I pray for them at once,
naturally! My patterns are a shimmering weaving of our
lives! Each mark stitches an intersect because of prayer
in my own spirit, where the Holy Spirit is ever invited to
dwell. It is a happy place amidst the chaos of the world.
Paris, the New York Twin Towers, the Pentagon,
individual griefs all around the world. So much!
Somewhere, somehow in the midst of
woundedness springs forth new life, hope,
vitality and Shalom. He is Shalom. Whatsoever we
would do to the glory of God honors Him; it invokes
the Spirit's going forth to bless, to bring His presence.
Our work is the action side of the contemplative. Our
awareness of Him brings forth great windfalls of fruit.
We should be more creative in these episodes
together. The church, especially, needs more of the
action side of our contemplative worship, thought &
praise. His touch is in the pattern, as we might have
suspected, with the delight that comes here, there,
and everywhere. Thank you, Father, for giving us so
much counter balance, springs of living waters, and
joyful fun. Let your rivers of mercy, faithfulness and
truth flood the nations. The world should know that it
is OK to rejoice in You. II Chronicles 8
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