A Lesson on Expectation

I'm ready for a trip. I'm ready to get out of here.  I sat down the other day to write.  I thought I was ready.  I had just had a really great conversation with two friends.   I love it when conversations give me something to think about.   It kick starts my thought process and often ends up in some kind of conclusion or at least helps a train of thought reach a destination.

So I sat down to write, ready to squeeze out the sponge that is my brain. All that came out were fragments that wouldn't come together.  Then I remembered...

There's no point to head out unless you're led out.  I have been loving my small group and realized that a couple of my last posts have come out of my "homework".  Maybe those are the steps that I'm supposed to take.  Maybe those are the weekly steps toward rest.

Rest is really a state of mind, I have discovered.   My hands can be busy and my mind be totally at rest...and vice versa.  Like when I found that rest might not look like sitting on the couch

So there is no rush.   In church just the other day, I heard it... "He leads me beside quiet waters.  He restores my soul." Rest itself is a journey and if He leads, then I will follow, knowing I'm on the right track....

That comforts me today.

Literally hours after I composed the post above....I read these words from A.W.Tozer, The Pursuit of God, (quoted in Crazy Love by Francis Chan). 

O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. ...Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, so that I may know Thee indeed.  Begin in mercy a new work of love within me.  Say to my soul, "Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away." Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. 

Sometimes when you start to jot down the fragments, they look like individual steps, but when placed one in front of the other, they start to look a little bit like the start of a journey.

That gives me goosebumps.