it’s still under construction, but I’ll be writing from there from now on.
To forget would be a terrible thing, criminal even. But I don’t think I could, not when our lives have become so intertwined.
Glimpses of this past week flit through my mind, occupying my waking thoughts. Your sweet, gummy smile as you squeeze me ‘round the middle. The mischievous glint in your eyes when you waltz over to me, intent on tickling me (more like pinching, but I guess that’s your version of tickling?). Your wide-eyed delight as we zoomed around the lake. Your head nestled on my shoulder as you listen to Kevin speak in chapel after a long, camp day. Your tiny, sweaty hand tucked in mine as I ‘snuck’ you past the other counsellors so you could score a point for your team. Listening to you sing sweet worship to our King; the ebb and the rise of our voices in harmony brought tears to my eyes. Listening to you all fall asleep as I sing a goodnight lullaby (then tossing and turning for at least an hour afterwards trying to fall asleep myself!). Hearing that you accepted Jesus into your life for the first time made me the happiest girl that day! Seeing your eyes, so angry and hard, gradually soften until they revealed a childlike wonder and desperate need for Jesus and His unfailing love. I won’t forget the tears that were shed or the prayers that were whispered. I won’t forget the way God answered mightily. I will remember learning again that I bring Him joy and so do you. I can’t be there and I can’t save; so I will choose to leave you in hands mightier than my own. He is faithful, even when I am not.
When you learn to ride a bike, you don’t just learn that you ought to ride it; you actually attempt to ride it and then you do ride it. Belief works the same way. I am learning to believe; I am riding my bike.
It is the greatest misconception in Christianity […that] what you once believed, you will always believe. That to profess is the same as to believe. That a profession made twenty years ago somehow trumps what you really believe today… In reality, most people who call themselves Christians do not believe in Christ at all… They do not live what they say they believe, because in reality they don’t believe it..To believe in Christ is to follow him. To be his apprentice with full intention of living as he lived. In his footsteps… casting all aside for the sake of the treasure.
To us, poverty is a blessing which bares the soul…But really, poverty is not about living without. Living without can be a fruitless death full of misery. Poverty is aabout needing. It is clearing a space in your heart so that God can fill it…
Miraculous or not, walking in the Spirit means stepping into the Kingdom of God, and most Christians aren’t willing to walk there. They enter the kingdom at their rebirth but they only take a few steps… Those who do walk in the kingdom have far more power than you would ever guess. It might not be the straightening of bent spines; you may not even see it here among the mud pies, but believe me, the power of the Spirit-filled man is quite stunning. Whoever said that a straightened hand was more dramatic than a healed heart anyway?
The thrill of the moment, and the exhilaration.
The pure joy of flying through the air, experiencing something other than the normal.
For a moment, time stands still and then a free fall, eliciting delicious giggles that tickle the throat.