Monday, March 11, 2013

Unpacking Holy Moments


There are some happy suitcases that you can unpack easily.  When returning from a trip, I usually just dump everything in the laundry room.  The next stop is the bathroom, then ...boom... I'm done.

Next I unload my pictures to digital storage.  Most travels are filled with those fun Kodak moments to help you reminisce the memories.

I also like to write my journeys in a field journal.  It helps me recall the heart milestones.  
I like to reflect on the holy God moments and lessons.

I recently went on a trip to India.  It's been two weeks, and I still have suitcases sitting half-full of stuff that needs to be unpacked, many memories still linger.

My field journal is open to the same page, the outline of those holy hope-captured vignettes.   There are still a lot of memories that are still to be written on my heart, lingering wide open.  

God has some Kodak memories that need His stillness and need some unpacking.  I need to process the things I have seen, I need to share the stories, I need to share my feelings about what I have seen.

I need to unpack my full heart of God moments.  

There are benefits to praying for God to bend the pages of His field journal just a bit, to record and give His revelations from what you have seen on a trip filled with such great holy moments.  

I am dealing with some unflattering, clumsy junk that bring questions about how to care about all that God is showing me.  There is a deep stirring.   

"Defend the cause of the weak and the fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed.  Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked." 
~ Ps. 82:3-4

Unpacking this verse and many of God's holy moments, may I linger here...

"Father to the fatherless, freedom for the weak
this is God clothed in love and strength."  
"Give me eyes to see when my heart is blind, 
that when I ask you'll give, and when I seek I'll find.
Give me ears to hear, when my way's confused,
let the uncertain road, still lead me back to You."  
~ Meredith Andrews


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