the fig part
The last three months were fig. Fig n heavy. Challenges eagerly trying to outdo one another..taking advantage of an aging battlefield. Weariness leaves sunken footprints in the mud of life. Assez! Assez! je crie.
Spirit's flattened. Foreboding shadows. Strife and stress. Grey. All grey, only grey. Heavy, burdening grey.
The sweet memory of fellowship with the Saviour flits past my eyes like a beautiful white butterfly. Light, lively. The flutter of a more innocent age. Flitting white flight lightening heavy grey. Inviting. Welcoming. Beckoning me back. Peaceful joy. Easy trust. Fearless intimacy. Beloved child. Abba Father.
Return to the Lord, O my soul.
Spirit's flattened. Foreboding shadows. Strife and stress. Grey. All grey, only grey. Heavy, burdening grey.
The sweet memory of fellowship with the Saviour flits past my eyes like a beautiful white butterfly. Light, lively. The flutter of a more innocent age. Flitting white flight lightening heavy grey. Inviting. Welcoming. Beckoning me back. Peaceful joy. Easy trust. Fearless intimacy. Beloved child. Abba Father.
Return to the Lord, O my soul.
posted by thmooj at 1:33 PM
2 Comments:
i can feel what ur feeling! guess life does take one thru fig n fin. i've enjoyed your fin; now praying with you thru your fig. also seems to be some yearning there... maturity (or perhaps just getting older) has its perks, but, yeah, also its downside. how about Col 2:6,7.
Finally you updated your blog! I long for that for long! Though it was a grey post, I believe colors will flit back, not long.
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