Against all logic and reason, I defied efficiency for just long enough. I gave up the first fruits of my productivity.
I leaned, hoping something bigger would be there. Sometimes I don’t feel like there is. But I leaned … and hoped.
I considered the enormous chest of Salvation and leaned toward it.
I remembered that it doesn’t all depend entirely on me—it doesn’t even depend on me actually sensing that something is there.
I saw the ocean in front of me, and the velvety sand underneath me, and leaned up against “bigness”. I imagined the One who created everything I was looking at; and decided to believe again today, in the ability of that One to restore, and order, and purpose, and make whole, everything—including me.
And I discovered again, that just like everything in the Kingdom of God, all of the grace, and forgiveness, rest, and hope is there—it’s there!—patiently and persistently present, as I make space for it.
As the space in me is made for it.
Working toward fullness in time, He doesn’t ever stop.