Except For God…

Here I am… seeking pilgrimage, climbing the summit and longing to see the picturesque, panoramic view; to breath, in deep, ragged breaths; to take in fresh, clean, effervescent energy, but finding with each step, the rocky shale sends me back, back to the valley; slip, sliding back under heavy, dew-laden boughs, not overlooking them. I rest, breathing hard. Stitch in my side, thinking, I hate this drip, drip, dripping on my head. The misty fog draping thick and padding foot falls, so enchanting just hours ago, has lost its mystery. Just drip, drip, drip, dripping water droplets that now run in steady streams down my head into my eyes, obscuring the path.
I know there is purpose in the valley and although at the moment, I am restlessly frustrated, wanting to turn back and return to the cabin… God whispers, “Be still and know” (Psalms 46: 10). He whispers, Breath in, breath out. Quiet child and rest (Matthew 11:29). Let it go. Let it all go. Taste of me and know. My words are sweeter than honey and they will light wherever you walk (Psalms 119:103; 105).

I lift mine eyes (Ps 121; 123) … They that trust (Ps 125) ….If it hadn’t been (Ps 124) … Except for God (Ps 127) ….Blessed is everyone who obeys (Ps 128) …When God (Ps 126) Out of the depths I cried (Ps 130). Yes, that’s it… God. So simple. So profound. I must focus, on Him, every step. Ignore the drips, cease the striving, slow breathing and be still because He will show the way. Just focus. He is big enough. He is strong enough. His love is more than enough. He is worthy. Focus.

Christ Messiah, Etha’nan, Living Grace may we seek you today. Forgive our wild and rebellious spirit. Help us to seek you in all things and not become distracted by misty, drip, drip, drip of rain drops. May You build Your house (Psalms 127: 1) … living stones, we. Constructed stone by stone into a spiritual house (1 Peter 2: 5), a tabernacle for your glory (2 Cor 5: 1), mortared with Grace.