dreaming
Last night, my mind was spinning around my battered ego and the forerunner of ego: insecurity. Spinning around in these two areas was the word preparation . I am being prepared for a soon-to-be-fulfilled dream. But dreams are often doubted in the midst of ego & insecurity's onslaught. The story/quote that floored me as I cried was this: "And what's to be done with the ashes?" It comes from a love story (Elisabeth Elliot's); obviously my application doesn't sit there. But then today, I see another quote from her about these ashes, which " result when an act of obedience is passed through the fires of God's perfect--yet mysterious--will." Now here this: My obedience isn't on some grand scale in this season. It's small, minuscule even. If I had to define it for you, it would simply be a moment by moment surrender and rest in whatever HE-- not I-- has planned. For the day. For the morning. The minute. The interruptions. The to-do l...