The last few days have been precious, an unusual kind of steady.
Work (lots of it, though not all productive use of time), prayer, song, plea. Meet ups. More running around in a day than I would like. A few hiccups. Unexpected developments. Stuff getting dragged around. More late nights.
In the midst of it, a certain rhythm my heart’s beating to. It is, funnily enough, –
Yet I know well the battles taking place in this same heart, beneath the surface of much activity. Even in prayer. Old battles, very real battles.
Tune out those thoughts, those questions that hinder.
Run deeper into Him.
Know where I belong.
Don’t be fooled. (Again.)
Anywhere else is unsafe.
Serious fighting going on.
Calvary – Hillsong Live
Been a while since I’ve slowed down this much in making any kind of food.
Porridge is good for the body, and healing for the soul. You just can’t rush porridge. Patiently prepare the fish, patiently flavour the stock, patiently stir the rice, patiently wait.
As I flaked the fish, and watched the grains change in water and heat, I thought back on an earlier time.
Stirred up more than a bowlful of gratitude, and assurance.