Gentle Reader,
I can’t tell you how much this little across-the-miles writing community means to me. Social media is a double-edged sword, to be sure, but when it’s good, it’s very good. The way God knits hearts together through the ether and the words…I am blessed.
Kate says:
Go.
“I say to you, my friends, don’t fear those who kill the body, and after that can do nothing more.”
– Luke 12:4 (CSB)
Jesus is something else, isn’t He? Always kind, always gentle, but not one to mince words – ever. He is constantly, through the words of Scripture and through the Spirit, teaching us the correct order of things. Teaching us how to be free. Teaching us how to walk through this life yielded to His direction.
Last night, I stood in line to receive an ashen cross on my forehead. A symbol of mortality. A reminder of what the Savior did for me. For us. For all of creation. Nothing magical or mystical about it. Simple elements that washed away with a bit of water. A transient mark upon my transient flesh.
I belong to God. People, they will come and go, just as I come and go. Some relationships last longer than others, of course, but ultimately, it’s me and Him. Acknowledging this doesn’t deny the reality or importance of the Body, the corporate aspect of Kingdom life. I am not a person alone, but surrounded by and part of a great group of witnesses.
And yet, the bottom line, the realest of real things – God.
He is more than I can imagine or dream. He provides more than I could want or need. He is the true treasure, the great reward. He is the source of my life and identity. He is my King.
When I pause and really think on this, everyone else takes their proper place.
Stop.
All I can say to your post is “Amen”!
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The realest of real things – yes!
Sometimes He seems so far away,
on the other side of time,
and I need Him with me, now, today
on this hill I cannot climb.
My eyes are dimmed from pain
that has no beginning, no end,
and through it all the mad rain;
could He not this forfend?
My feet slide out from under me
and all progress is lost
and time is just a casualty
of effort not worth the cost.
But I see as I sit, too weary to stand
an outstretched nail-scarred Hand.
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Amen, Andrew. He’s there. He’s with you. He’s never going to let you go.
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“but ultimately, it’s me and Him” I love this. So real.
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Thank you!
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“And yet, the bottom line, the realest of real things – God.” Amen. FMF23 this week.
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I’m glad He’s real. I’m glad He’s here.
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I love this community too! But it’s true, people come and go but God is eternal and always faithful. We need to find our hope and security in him.
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Amen, sister!
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So privileged to be part of this community with you! He is more in every way and you share this with us so beautifully!
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I’m glad that you’re part of this community, Cindy! Your voice adds so much!
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“And yet, the bottom line, the realest of real things – God.” Ah, Marie. This truth is water and bread and light and earth to plant my roots in. God bless you.
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May He bless you in return, dear one!
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Amen! That ashen cross….so simple yet so profound
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I’m glad I chose to participate in that. I could have hung back. It was a new and slightly weird thing – so good, though!
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Just perfectly expressed Marie.
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Thank you, my friend. 🙂
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