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i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
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E.E. Cummings
(Mr. Cummings never perpetuated the de-capitalization of his own name. Don’t follow the herd, my friend.)
I don’t care how you started. In Christ, you will end up beautiful, strong, and free.
We’re nine days away from the launch of Fuel Hope. Fuel Hope is an anti-trafficking awareness and fundraising organization my roommate is launching through her parents’ businesses to benefit Pearl Alliance. The idea for the coalition was birthed when we traveled to a women’s conference together in May, and it has been amazing to witness the evolution from dream to reality over the last five months. We’ve discussed colour schemes (“Everyone is using that blue”) and mission statements (“You’re definitely a consortium. Do people know what consortium means?”), watched videos, and stayed up too late too many times. Sarah’s fine-tuning her launch presentation and I’m churning out the website copy in typical I’m-always-working-last-minute fashion.
Due tomorrow, of course. When else?
Sometimes I feel closely knit to Paul and his “sleepless nights.” Then I read the rest of 2 Corinthians 11:27 and realize I am little more than pampered. Soft-spined compared to the greats.
A lot of our conversations surrounding this issue have been the overflow of Spirit-whispers to my own heart. I have such a conviction that the work of God ought not be separated from the person of God. We can’t divorce kingdom causes from the King.
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It is 2:49 AM. All I can say is: yesterday just got owned.
I may need to issue an official apology to my adrenals.
“Live the kind of life that, when people see the impossibility of what you accomplish, they can only remark, ‘That’s what grace does.’”
I’m not who I thought I’d be, but no one else is truly me.
And I don’t know where I’m going, but I know it’s home.
there are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind. - jack
The mind of man plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps.
Proverbs 16:9
Lord, You have my heart
And I will search for Yours
Jesus, take my life
And lead me on
Some people are innately patient with the course of life. They’re steady, waiting for events to unfold as they will, and careful not to jump at every opportunity that presents itself.
I’m a schemer. Every new opportunity enters my mental “what if” cycle and emerges, in a moment of epiphany, as exactly the way God’s plan will be fulfilled in my life. Thankfully my time-delay brain doesn’t allow me to act as rashly as I think, but I’ve done a lot of mental leaping before looking. I plan my way—with enthused conviction.
There is a lot of sense to the sort of carpe diem sentiments celebrated in popular culture—from a carnal perspective. When these days are all a person has, it is certainly logical for him capitalise on them with fervency.
But last I checked, this wasn’t my plan I was living.
Some things call for immediate action. While you walk the path, feed the hungry. Rescue the oppressed. Share the mystery of eternity. While you are going, make disciples.
All the while, remember that you aren’t meant to chart the course. Divine intentions may be precisely what you overlook. The job you don’t want, the one that seems pointless—seems to be keeping you from your passions and your presumed “call”—may turn out to be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Exactly where you’re meant to be. Better than what you imagined.
…for example.
Carpe Jesu.
