Thursday, June 30, 2011
And I sit at my desk a few feet away from french doors thrown open. Just screens between me and the elements.
I watch rain fall--
The eagerness of the ground to receive is beautiful.
This ground is ready for rain. Has been for a long time.
My little camera rests in one fist.
My soul leaps longing at the rolling of thunder.
My mind turns to other ground likewise desperately in need...
And I wonder: Is my heart as eager?
Is my life ready for rain?
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Numbness. Chill. Fatigue.
One thing keeps a soldier going- Remembering Who he's fighting for.
At His midnight He clung to the same thing- except, it was us He was fighting for.
Besides, darkness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The occasional gust swung me gently as I lay in the hammock. I drew my hoodie tight around my face as the sun dipped behind the mountain in the west, giving rise to cooler temperatures. My trusty pocket bible was retrieved from my pocket and I flipped back to the verse that had caught my attention that morning.
In Matthew 10, disciples are given their commission. After being told where to go, the next command is this- “as ye go, preach, saying, The kingdom of heaven is at hand”.
I thought, “I go... I preach... but what exactly is the kingdom? Some deeply intricate exegesis of (undiscovered) truth?”
My mind spun as my want-to-be heroic blood surged through my pressurized veins. I imagined myself spelunking into unlit crevasses of truth with a torch heretofore un-wielded by mortal man. Here I would discover the “secret” of the kingdom’s substance that would change the world in the preaching.
A few verses later (Chapter 13), God used parallelism to bring me back to my senses. He continues, “The kingdom of heaven is likened unto...”- I sat up straight- a farmer of wheat; a mustard seed; leaven; treasure hidden; one pearl; a net.
In “over grandeurizing” the means, I had lost the depth of the simplicity of the kingdom.
Familiar stories- deep lessons.
Re-enthused, I slid out of the net that had been suspending me, and grabbed my “bakers bag”, “shovel”, “seed kit”, “fishing equipment”, and a few “simple stones”... ready.
“He who has ears to hear, let him hear!” Matt. 11:15
I encourage you. Go again and visit the parables.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Our eyes still burn from the smoke in the afternoons.
So from our hearts, and on behalf of 10,000 other people, most of whom should soon be able to go back home--
A thousand times, Thank You.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
A glorious blue sky is overhead. The wind is blowing strong, but sending the smoke just north of us. We are thankful for the reprieve as we were beginning to suffer from the effects of days of smoke.
They say it will be burning until the monsoon rains come. Early July at best. But we have much to be thankful for, and we are.
Thanks for your prayers!
"Mine eyes are ever toward the Lord..." Psalm 25:15
Friday, June 10, 2011
And we give thanks.
The winds have been calmer the last two days, allowing firefighters to dig in their heels for the first time since the fire started. (And allowing us to breathe here at home.) Still, it roars completely unrestrained on 95% of the fire line, but something is holding it at the border. (Someone?)
Our radio chatters incessantly. And when the phone rings these days there's no telling whether it will be the next door neighbor, or the commander from the Army National Guard.
The winds are due to slam us again tomorrow...
"It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning:
|Photo: Linda Aragon. Taken just outside of Reserve, NM.|