The word search-yearning-discontentment // seemingly imprinted onto the soul of humanity.
- To sing at the top of my lungs when the mountain’s in my way
- To sing at the top of my lungs when on the top of the mountain
…and for me to be able to see both as one and the same is something I am hungry for and reflecting on a little more this morning.
My mind is telling me it would feel a little like this :):
Don’t you want that? I want that.
Illustrated from taking the initial characters from this lovely children’s book, Open House for Butterflies by Ruth Krauss
To search and stop at nothing // Highlands – Hillsong United
If the mountains were where You hide
O how far I’d scale the valleys
If You graced the other side
From lowly seas to where they rise
Against the rush of grace descending
From the source of its supply
O how fast would You come running
If just to shadow me through the night
Trace my steps through all my failure
And walk me out the other side
"Jesus is always unyielding to my claim to my right to myself. The one essential element in all of our Lord's teaching about discipleship is abandon, no calculation, no trace of self-interest." - Oswald Chambers
I must go to off to do my work now.