Friday, September 2, 2016

When a Season Becomes a Time

So, heres the thing about a season:
it lasts three months.
When the dark days of winter come,
I remind myself that it's not forever.

But this past "season of broken” 
has been hanging on longer than that. 
Sometimes we go through something that
 doesn’t have a natural counterpart.
It’s not so much a season; it’s a time.
Two things I know about this “time."
The first is that I am not in control of it.
And the second is that I need His radical
grace and His love more than ever.
His love is changing my eyes, the way I see.
Love never gives up, never loses faith,
is always hopeful, and endures through
every circumstance.

The more I walk this broken road, 
the more I am convinced that love must be
the foundation of all we do, think, and are.
Because it is the foundation of the universe.

I don’t want to love more so that I’m better,
more moral, or more acceptable to God.
I want to love because God is love.
"Therefore love. Without distinction, without
calculation, without procrastination..." 
Henry Drummond

As we allow His love to heal our broken,
and His radical grace to fill our souls,
perhaps the only thing we have to give  
to the walking wounded all around us 
is the same love and grace that we receive. 

"Even before He made the world,
God loved us…"
This is a “time” to be still and know
the love of God for the world He made.

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