I like how these thoughts are tied to Moses being unsure what to say, the Word being there in the beginning, and God speaking to us by His Son. It also makes me think of Ezekiel chapter 3 when he is told to eat the scroll.
To be in God's Word so that the things that come back out of us are shaped by it, or that in our hour of need we can say God's Word to Him or to a brother or sister, is incredible.
Concerning poetry and God being our Light, I often think of the Light breaking into and exposing our darkness. There was a poem on The Jagged Word that painted the picture so clearly that it comes up often in our morning devotions. Recalling that piece or reading another are opportunities to bring another of our senses into our study.
Oops! It wasn't The Jagged Word, it was CindyKochWrites.com, the Prison of Prayer!
"Some of us are trapped in a prison of prayer. But a little stream of light fights its way from the outside through a dirty crack in the door. Slicing the black room with a fiery blade this tiny sunbeam shines in the darkness. We can’t stop the light, we can’t control the heat or intensity or direction of this small and mighty light. But it finds its way into this prison of prayer, and we are finally shown what the light has already done.
Smashing open the door, the true Light floods in. He gathers up our arms and drags us towards the threshold. Clawing at the dusty ground, clutching every deadly rock as we pass by, we struggle violently against this unwelcomed savior. Terrified of freedom from our prison, we scream,” Its ok! I’m just fine! Send me back to the familiar darkness, where I have learned to survive!”
I like how these thoughts are tied to Moses being unsure what to say, the Word being there in the beginning, and God speaking to us by His Son. It also makes me think of Ezekiel chapter 3 when he is told to eat the scroll.
To be in God's Word so that the things that come back out of us are shaped by it, or that in our hour of need we can say God's Word to Him or to a brother or sister, is incredible.
Concerning poetry and God being our Light, I often think of the Light breaking into and exposing our darkness. There was a poem on The Jagged Word that painted the picture so clearly that it comes up often in our morning devotions. Recalling that piece or reading another are opportunities to bring another of our senses into our study.
Oops! It wasn't The Jagged Word, it was CindyKochWrites.com, the Prison of Prayer!
"Some of us are trapped in a prison of prayer. But a little stream of light fights its way from the outside through a dirty crack in the door. Slicing the black room with a fiery blade this tiny sunbeam shines in the darkness. We can’t stop the light, we can’t control the heat or intensity or direction of this small and mighty light. But it finds its way into this prison of prayer, and we are finally shown what the light has already done.
Smashing open the door, the true Light floods in. He gathers up our arms and drags us towards the threshold. Clawing at the dusty ground, clutching every deadly rock as we pass by, we struggle violently against this unwelcomed savior. Terrified of freedom from our prison, we scream,” Its ok! I’m just fine! Send me back to the familiar darkness, where I have learned to survive!”
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