by Elysia Greene - 10/03/13

Counting gifts in my head...

282. Crickets chirping loud--drown out worry thoughts.

   The thoughts, they hurry and scramble looking for somewhere to hide in the mind, to whisper to the synapses connected to the heart telling it to do the same. But the heart is strong, and she won't be rattled in such a way. She is discerning and lives off of manna, heavenly sustain-ance, heavenly bread.

 

   Still the thoughts circle the heart beckoning her to surrender to the worry of future, of rings, of jobs, of proposals, of houses and rent and children and food... But she holds firm and still, not to be moved by the fast moving.

 

Wisdom is living slow and thankful.

                                          Wisdom is living all here, all now.

 

For His name is I AM, not I MIGHT HAVE BEEN, or I COULD BE.

Is the proposal here yet with its joy and excitement? Is the house on the

market ready to be bought? Are the children pulling at the apron hungry,

wanting to be fed? Oh... No.

 

                                                  --What is here now is what's meant to be 

handled now: I AM.--

 

282. Crickets chirping loud

So the heart, she is not complacent or a pushover, but she is discerning

and she waits. She renews her strength so as to mount up with wings like

eagles, run and not grow weary, and walk and not faint [Isaiah 40:31].