take a long sip of hot tea.
and swallow, closing eyes.
respite for the heart can take many forms.
this morning it is a polka-dotted pencil skirt, acceptance of things i can’t do anything about, and vanilla rooibos.
prayer sometimes looks passive. to the foolish it looks like laying down your arms and heading straight out of the battle in fear, cowering in the caves to “pray.”
this is how heaven sees prayer: tiny david taking the stone and sling in confidence. that investment in the smallest cool stone matched with surrender and full knowledge of Father’s power SLAYS THE MOST FEARED ENEMIES.
it is the tiny boy saying in response to the hungry thousands, “Well, I have this lunch my mom packed me. Jesus, you can take my lunch!” huffs and sarcastic chuckles may have come from those few who witnessed the very normal-looking transaction and did not know the potential of small things surrendered and matched with Jesus’ power.
do not fear seeming normal. do not fear seeming small and even insignificant to this world. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
it is our great privilege and our great sword to take our tiny things and offer them in prayer. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven!