I was driving. I was thinking and praying and I found myself driving. I had no destination, but in short order found myself looking for one. I parked my car under a tree but nose first into a long hedge row. As far as I could see left and right this 6ft hedge made a stately wall and dividing line across the property. I sensed the quiet. Wait for it. What is it Lord? I'm going to sit and stare at this botanical wonder until you speak. Why am I here? What do you want to say?
It's people and it's conflict.
Both can look ominous, defensive, insurmountable if you are looking at them from the left and right. However, look straight on, and you'll see the way through.
Sure enough, the hedge in front of me was made of broken and bent branches, browned leaves, small new green ones and space. It wasn't the solid impassible fortress it seemed to be.
So it is with people- the sum of their experiences makes them who they are... The bent and broken places, the new growth they are experiencing, the space that creates the void for light to filter in. It's in those spaces, where the light makes the shadows dance, where the Lord helps me see to the other side. I need to be willing to meet people in that gap. The space where the grace flows freely.
So it is with conflict and situations - it looks overwhelming to look to the left and right. But when our eyes are on You, even when we don't know what to do, ultimately we can then glimpse the hope of the life on the other side. With that wrecking grace as our trailblazer... we can make our way through the hedge.
Today is my Sabbath day - a bit non-traditional, but since I work all weekend, this is my day set apart. Today, I visited here... and met with the Lord... I wrote, read, and drank in the goodness of it all.....
Enjoy your Sabbath this week... whenever your 7th day is.
September 23 8:30AM - Journal:
"I sink into the wooden booth, laden with pillows. I melt into the corner, looking for a space to breathe, to be. I read. Heart opens and I feel The Blood come back to my brain - washing me sane. Peace comes. And as if trying to release something locked, I hear myself, completely unaware, breathe out deep. More words go in and another deep sigh. I smile realizing it was loud and probably seemed dramatic in the small quiet coffee shop. But I need to be here. It's my sabbath and this corner booth on this quiet street is my cathedral today. He's waking my heart to the beat of His, and today, at least in this moment, I can hear."
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.