Higher perspective

Daddy asked me “why are you crying?”
and I said “I broke the vase.
The flowers have fallen,
they’re spread all over,
the water’s flowing away…”
Daddy asked me “why are you crying?”
as He gathered the flowers again.
We watched the water wind away
forming patterns and pathways.
Daddy asked me “why are you crying?”
I said “I broke the vase.”
He said I set the flowers free
then He gave them all to me.

It’s sometimes a bit crazy how long and how strange the journey is for my heart to understand what my brain is telling me and visa versa. I had this picture, from God, recently. Of two diverging pathways and a vine from each reaching up and intertwining in the middle. I couldn’t figure out what this meant until a friend pointed out the obvious. I also didn’t know what to think when God told me to not dislike my “international heart.” I seem to be so caught and focused on being there or here or over there. But it seems like perhaps all are correct. He said it’s not about “L.A. vs. Bournemouth.” And yet I assumed then I would have to lose one.

What if God’s way is not our way? What if His thoughts are not our thoughts? What if the dream I have for my life in all it’s bigness and complexity were just a tiny glimmer of what the real plan is that God has for me?

I am so limiting of myself but especially oh how often I limit God.

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty; but it shall accomplish that which I purpose and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.” (Isaiah 55 10-11)

~ by tardistraveler on June 7, 2009.