Clarity

Focus. It shifts in and out, slipping between foreground and background. Where something was once clear, only a blurred artefact remains, while all the distractions surround it become screamingly clear. But I think today, I heard a click, an opportune moment to open the shutters, if only to capture just a few milliseconds of exposure. I know at times clarity will escape me once again, so if anything, let this be a point of reference for those times.

Suzanne prayed for me after today's programme, and I caught a glimpse of a big picture. A bigger picture than what I'd been contending with of late, it helped me make sense of the minute things that tugged and pulled at me. In a nutshell, she said I had a warrior spirit. It sounds a little spooky dooky out there-ish, but I think I understand. I understand now why I keep getting frustrated with the things around me, the things in me. I understand why I'm constantly skirmishing with every thought I think, every action my hands find to do. I understand why I constantly need to question and wrestle.

Thank God for Suzanne, and for His word of encouragement, because I'd come very close to raising the white flag. No, I'm not tired anymore. Paul's thing, in most all his writings, was the mystery of God's will revealed to Him in Christ, that is the intention of installing humanity into the status of sonship. Everyone experiences different pathways for the fulfilment as their adoptions and sons and daughters of God. I guess this is my journey.

This is my set of problems.

This is my blessing.