Words

Play Me

I live near this field.

And near this field, my boy gets into the sticker patch. {Repeatedly.}

They attach everywhere and are hard to remove without breaking into smaller, equally itchy/irritating pieces.

I've been thinking. 

Our words are a lot like these stickers.

And we have the choice to make them sweet, or dig them in like barbs. Either way, they stick.

Each thought leaves a trail of stardust from your heart to your mouth, and I can't get your words out of my head.

Father, help me to change. {To forget. To forgive. To let You reign over my speech.} 

Blip # 3

I think we've been given bad advice.

"Follow your heart."

How can we adopt this 'truth' {especially in an empowered, self-driven culture} when God's Word, in direct opposition, gently spills Light all over it (over everything):

"The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?"

Jeremiah 17:9 

The short answer is, we can't, and I believe time is short for the Christian who continues to try to attach contradictory badges of 'truth' and labels to himself (whether consciously or by sitting idle) while the Gospel fades and slips underwater in the process. Following Jesus, by default, means we will have to make the choice (many choices in fact) to deny ourselves, to reject truth that sounds right in exchange for God's life-giving, unchanging Truth. And if we're being honest... that is a sacrifice.

It amazes (and scares) me how often following our hearts simply leads ... to harm. 

And we walk right into it, like a grave - blinded by pretty words and shafts of temporary light.

{A call now to - more than ever with truth so relative and hard to find - stay informed and awake.}

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."

John 10:10