flat on my face. this refers to one sacred secret in life that i've been discovering over and over again. this seems to be of such great value lest the Creator will not allow me to keep going back to such familiar pattern. yet, the journey each time is always unfamiliar and difficult.
simplicity. the utmost surrender.
surrender. the well trodden path of the humble King.
suffering. the chosen path of obedience by the servant King.
humiliation. the only path to glory.
death. the only way to life.
Him, who is life, can afford to die. He can choose death because He is life, no more, no less.
yet, the call towards the same path, towards the same obedience, towards the same life is the same. to imitate Him and no other.
flat on my face. that will always be a recurring motiff. such never-ending motiff of dying day after day. so that i can see that from glory to glory, He is changing me.
for only in this brokenness can the light be most revealed.
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