The whole house quiet with the embrace of a frosty fog, I was awakened by the ding of a message from another place I couldn’t begin to know what it’s like there.
I open the back door and the sun is working its way through the pines to the place where they all played.
He sends me photos and a video of the place where Jesus sat in the middle of the men he’d had walking with him, had been giving them glimpses of His glory, His grace, grooming them to carry on without Him. They had supper together before He was crucified for them, for us.
The little bulleted prayer list now has an asterisk “guide Austin’s steps” denoting God’s answer.
Changing my path too,
I’m slowly seeing more surely.
I’m sitting in the silence and reading, confounded over this place here that holds my words. Seems my audience has gone silent. I’ve decided, this is a sovereign sign.
I have been a bit ambitious for acceptance, might have gotten a little lost in the “ahh”
Just now, I read it’s not up to me to pick my purpose. It’s only up to me to let God have what he’s given me to see it come to be.
To sit quietly as He develops the story or stories to tell.
To live quietly, my words from His words, the creations of my hands, they’re formed by His hand.
Lord, set me free from depending on the notice of others, I pray.
“Make it your goal to live a quiet life, minding your own business and working with your hands, just as we instructed you before.”
“Then people who are not believers will respect the way you live, and you will not need to depend on others.”
1 Thessalonians 4:11-12
Thankful for the Five Minute Friday prompt, lining up my thoughts and words and believing in the gift of getting silent.