The cross will make fools of us all. Promise. It will either sear our hearts: unsettle them for all time making us crazy in our passion for Him, or it will cause no stir at all. Our response to the cross... the way we react to it... says so much about what kind of fool we are willing to be. We are either a fool as we fall headlong and accept the vastness of His great love for us or we become fools destined for death if we don't. The cross will either curse us or cure us: curse us to a life without Him and the fullness He brings should we fail to respond to His invitation of grace or cure us from ourselves and the emptiness we declare is satisifying should we be willing to lay down our lives in a divine exchange - the mess for the meaningful.
To be a fool, the kind who is working on abandoning my life wrecklessly for His purposes, is what I'm after.
What kind of fool are you willing to be?
Today, the car is holy ground. Shoes come off. Eyes fix. Heart melts. Beauty all around, gentle breeze, yellow butterflies take to wing in pairs. Birds sing of your matchless goodness. Wind blows leaves that lost their trees. Strong gust - and for a moment, as hair blows and eyes squint, I sense a portion of your power. I hear the wind in the distance.... Wait for it.WAIT FOR IT.
Hair blows. It's present with me.
...Hear, feel, see the effects...
...Hear, feel, see...
You work in beautiful cycles. There is comfort in knowing that when I hear you - I know very soon I will feel your presence and sense your move. Not that I know where you will take me, leaf minus branch, but I know you will. So I let go and situate myself on the top of the pile of my little mess, waiting for your spirit to blow through and move me where you want me to go. (laughing as you nearly blow me down) I'm at your mercy and oh so grateful to be blown for your purpose.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.