• October 5, 2016 /  Uncategorized

     

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    Life. Sometimes it’s hard to figure out.
    Some of it’s fun. Plenty of it is rough.
    Much of it comes wrapped in a package called unexpected,
    tied up with a bow just for show.

    As Christians, we sometimes struggle with the
    “Which one was it syndrome.”
    especially when our stuff turns sour and the pain sets in.

    We have been taught (and rightly so)
    that we each have three enemies;
    ourselves
    this world
    the demonic.
    Along the road marked with suffering,
    we like to look in the rearview mirror
    at least long enough to squint backwards
    and find out who is responsible for our current mess.

    Sometimes God tells us. Sometimes He don’t.
    Sometimes there is a sole culprit.
    Sometimes a nice mixture.
    And sometimes it’s simply too big for us to understand.

    When I run into detours along my way
    I will often pull over and sit, then idle for awhile.
    Frequently there are no other choices.
    It is inevitably follow the detour signs
    and drive forward into the unknown
    hoping this unexpected road will eventually lead me
    back to a quiet more familiar path.
    That’s usually when I begin to ponder the big one,
    “Who is responsible for this mess anyways?”

    And that’s when I take out my sifter…
    I made it myself for times such as these…
    and I plop on the top of my homemade contraption
    my three enemies;
    myself
    this world
    the demonic
    and then I begin to shake and sift and shake
    until one of those three breaks up and falls through.

    After my recent car accident and head reinjury
    I shook and shook that sifter real hard
    but nothing passed through except a few bits and straggles
    which were unidentifiable to the naked eye.

    “Hmmmm,” I thought, “Guess I’m not gonna know this one.”
    And that’s when I began to do
    what I’ve learned to do when answers don’t come quick
    and mystery stares me in the face.
    I reminded myself that;
    Sometimes God tells us. Sometimes He don’t.
    Sometimes there is a sole culprit.
    Sometimes a nice mixture.
    And sometimes it’s simply too big for us to understand.

    Next, I proceeded to open my mouth really wide
    and I said aloud into the air
    because that way I know whoever the culprit is
    would hear me and I quoted;
    “Lord, my heart is not proud
    nor my eyes lofty
    nor do I involve myself in great matters
    or in things too difficult for me.
    Surely I have composed and quieted my soul
    as a weaned child leans against his mother
    so my soul is as a weaned child within me
    you hope in the Lord, Kim Barnes Waterman
    from this time forth and forever more.”

    Finally, I looked around for those detour signs
    and I began to follow them…all the way through.

     

    Posted by kimbwaterman @ 3:07 am

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