What would it be like to meet the Lord? What would it be like to hear his voice? To kneel at his feel? To feel the prints of nails in his hands and feet, the spear wound in his side? What would he ask me to do? Would he ask me to do more than I could have ever imagined? A greater work than I could have ever discovered for myself? Or would he ask me to do as the holy spirit has always asked me to do? Would he tell me I have been doing well, or will he chasten me for not listening and obeying when the spirit told me before? Am I far removed from his spirit, and would I find him foreign and hard to recognize? Or would I see his face and know he is my master? Would I know his voice and fell the stir in my soul? Do I spend enough time with him now, that recognition would be obvious, conversation would be easy, it woud be familiar, comfortable, and joyful as it has always been? Have I invested in my relationship with him? Could I call it the most intimate relationship I have?
Sitting at the park, all by myself, out of view from where my children are playing. The youngest is 4 years old, and perfectly capable of communication. Oldest is 8. I don't normally do this, but I think I may more often. It's a public park. There are lots of other families here. Most of the parents are right by the playground or even on the playground mulch supervising and helping their children should they have the slightest difficulty. . . And I used to. I am studying; out in nature, under the tree my oldest picked for us to sit under for lunch, before being abandoned for the playground and the new friends waiting there. Most parents are monitoring their childrens interactions with all the other children on the playground, ready to offer quick correction if there is anything in the slightest wrong with their behavior. I used to do that (most days I do/did). I don't think that works long term. I hope I remember to not do that. The picnic table I am sitting at has a half e...
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