Growth

This year… I will promise to remember. I will remember that all that is good comes from the God who is good. I will remember that all that is wrong comes from separating from God and his goodness. I will remember that God kept his promise to restore life in a world ravaged by death. I will remember God.

Why? Why remember God? Why is it even necessary? Am I concussed? Dazed and confused… yes.

I can find hope when I pull away from the river of consumption and chaos flowing without meaning, only compulsion. But the hope is not of this world. It comes from without, returning home and subverting the world I know too well. I tilt my head, I squint, I disfigure my countenance tuning into what resonates deep within me from dimensions of which I have only heard what seem to be rumours. But their stories form a river that is different. I will remember the stories of old and the hope which has happened and is to come and I will be like a tree stretching downward, deeper.  As i descend in grace... only then will I grow up.

Psalms 1:1-3  Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers;  (2)  but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night.  (3)  He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.

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