The words no sooner drop from my lips than the weight of that question knocks me over, makes my heart flip...
...because I just felt the impact of the surgeon's scalpel. His powerful words, the one that cuts through everything, whether doubt or defense, laying us open to listen and obey. Nothing and no one is impervious to God's word - we can't get away from it no matter what. For God means what he says. What he says goes. (Hebrews 4:12-13 MSG)
What AM I hoping for?
A tasty morsel?
Of things going smoothly?
Of plans going my way?
Is that what my heart really needs?
But if I am hoping for the things of His kingdom,
will I find myself following at his heel, His every footstep
Will I be hanging out in his presence (in the kitchen) where the morsels are most likely to drop?
Will I wander the kitchen in expectation?
Run to the place He dwells when I hear Him there?
Sit at His feet and wait?
Wondering if He'll take notice?
Oh, He'll no…