Tonight everything contradicts itself. My body cries for sleep but my mind and heart say stay awake until you pass out. My fingers are quite ready to type but are lacking in command from where ever creativity might usually originate from. Life seems to contradict itself quite often. That must be why we war inside of ourselves. Our hearts tell us one thing, while our spirits tell us another. Our eyes speak what they believe is truth when it sometimes is a flat out lie. But this contradiction is nothing less than beautiful. It takes our way of thinking and turns it in a completely oppostite direction. It brings us to our senses when we start to think we can handle life on our own. It tells the princess that that man, who isn’t worth a fraction of what she is, is actually worth a second glance. It tells a child his daddy is a superhero when he has made more mistakes than he knows what to do with. I don’t think of this contradictory behavior as anything less than a gift. It’s what we do with it that can be tragic… or incredible. Do we take what we know to be truth and trust it in times when our flesh is telling us all will be okay if we follow through with disobedience? But then on the other hand do we take what we’ve heard from others as fact and put it before faith? These days it’s hard to know what’s true, save what we find written in God’s word. However, there is truth. I’m asking myself what is truth in the case I mentioned earlier. When a child looks at his father and sees perfection, sure is ignorance, but bliss, and faith. Is it wrong? I don’t believe so. Could it be that children have somehow grasped the truth found in 1 corinthians 13 better than we do? That “Love Hopes all things.” That “Love believes all things”. I try to compare this childlike faith to our walks with our Heavenly Father, and as I do, I find it complicated to do. While on our end I believe it’s a lovely analogy, on our Father’s end it is lacking. Because Our Father is, indeed, perfect. Therefore to some extent I can make the connection and to some extent I can’t. But what I do see is a child that believes. Despite the contradiction of what others may say, or do. Despite the contradictions of life. And in that I can see a parallel. One that speaks to us as God’s children to not walk by sight but by faith. It’s very easy to listen to the lies of the enemy. It’s very easy to get confused by circumstances. And it’s very easy to get fearful of fire and trials. But Can I just say that the contradiction comes when looking at our Father. The beautiful contradiction that things are not always as they seem. That when they seem hopeless they are often brightest. When things seem slow they are often moving at lightening pace. And when things seem broken they are often on the crest of healing. When we hear lies, God’s Word gives us truth. When confusion comes God is the author of peace. And when fear comes along Christ’s love casts it all out. These contradictions are beautiful. And worth taking a second glance at. After all, we walk with a Father who is the Bright and Morning Star, and it’d be quite difficult to see the stars if it wasn’t as dark as it is.
For we walk by faith, not by sight. -2 Cor 5:7
But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance. -Rom 8:25
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written: “For Your sake we are killed all day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.” Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. -Rom 8:35-39
Love is a gift, that I cannot deny. And the sun gives a day it’s glorious light. But a blind man is lonely and lost in the dark, I’m a blind man who’s only got one broken heart. But right when it breaks it’s ready to be healed. And right when it rips open it’s set to be sealed. Oh God you are God. And Life is in You. And In you alone is peace and absolute. She is one of your kids and I can’t thank you enough for sending her to me when all turns to tough. Like is a sail, and the sea is a girl. She cries when she’s happy, she makes the prettiest pearls. The sun can stop looking at her long flowing waves and God sends it round to bring us nightime and day. But day or night, don’t fear what you can’t see. Cause life is a sail and God’s setting us free.