August 1, 2014

• Running the race.....

  I've never been very good at running
  I've always let the pain stop me... when my lungs started to hurt, and my legs began to ache, and I got that pain that comes in the side...
  but now I'm in this race of life
  this race for God
  and I can't let the pain, no matter how great... that pain that sometimes stops my breathing, the pain that makes my heart and every part of my body ache, the weariness of my limbs, this thorn that is in my side...
  stop me from finishing the race.

  I stress and strain over losing my home, and I sit here in my hour of prayer and I think of those images recently seen of Gaza and people whose homes have been reduced to rubble...
  I look around at my home and imagine if a bomb were to drop at any moment and it would all be blown to bits... and I pray...
  "Father forgive me for clinging to my possessions".

   

  I don't think we mind when our steps are taking us forward each inch of the way...
  but when the steps begin to go in a backward's direction...
  it is hard to see, as your life shrinks, that this retreating in the world, may equally be advancing in God's kingdom.

  'what must I do to enter the kingdom of God?
  and Yshwe answered, Go and sell all that you possess... then come and follow Me.'

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