Today has been a restful day. My body is very tired but it is content in that. I have written many letters and have accomplished a lot of little things that have been slowly causing weight to steadily grow on my shoulders. Little things like communication or lack there of, it is nice to catch up on these things.
Letter writing and asking for help, in my life, are complete opposites. I highly dislike asking for help. To get places, for advice, for honesty and for direction. This isn't only earthly. Often times I will feel like I ask too much of God. Constantly asking for direction, clarity, peace of mind, healing, understanding, strength, rest, love, forgiveness, courage, and bold words. So much more I could add to that list but for now I will be content.
Content in this day while bees hover past my key board, while delicate fluff balls float past my screen, distracting me for a moment as I feel the sunshine hit my brow. Sitting here resting and listening to music barely speaking anything but yet communicating and saying so many things as each thought continues to build from other various thoughts in my head... One Republics "Good Life" chorus play in the back ground.
God has replied in so many ways. All of those things that I have mentioned and requested help with, he has replied in ways I can't even comprehend but am equally thankful for.
I have been reading Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis and It has been one of those books where in the beginning it was indeed a bit of a struggle but I am hooked now. Completely immersed in what he explains, how he explains it and how well he interprets. Blown-Away. I just read a part of "The Practical Conclusion".
"Your natural life is derived from your parents; that does not mean it will stay there if you do nothing about it. You can lose it by neglect, or you can drive it away by committing suicide. You have to feed it and look after it: but always remember you are not making it, you are only keeping up a life you got from someone else. In the same way a Christian can lose the Christ-life which has been put into him, and has to make efforts to keep it. But even the best Christian that ever lived is not acting on his own steam-- he is only nourishing or protecting a life he could never have acquired by his own efforts. And that has practical consequences. As long as the natural life is in your body, it will do a lot towards repairing that body. Cut it, and up to a point it will heal, as a dead body would not. A live body is not one that never gets hurt, but one that can to some extent repair itself. In the same way a Christian is not a man who never goes wrong, but a man who is enabled to repent and pick himself up and begin over again after each stumble-- because the Christ-life is inside him, repairing him all the time, enabling him to repeat (in some degree) the kind of voluntary death which Christ Himself carried out."-C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity; pg.62-63
Even if you are lactose in-tolerant you can't deny that this does a body good.
Fun side note: I typed lactoseintollerent and spell checked it and got, "buckminsterfullerene"...I don't even know what that is.
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