A space for God and all that He provides and creates steadily grows in me. I walk and pray and meditate on Him and His word to nurture it. It is a space for knowing, direction, peace, solidity, love and joy. A lifeblood flows from it, His life and His blood, refreshing like the mist of an ocean crashing against a rocky bluff, a tide never receding.
I would wander the shore forever but that is impossible. So I must carry the lifeblood within me to carve out an ever-present space for Him. I wander other places, other grounds and other sands but keep the freedom of God’s promises fresh in my every step.
There are so many snares, and not just out there, but in here too. I have my own snares and tangles but when I bring the blood of Jesus to them, they loosen and release their false hold. What a beautiful moment when I am set free, again and again.
There is a reason I mustn’t get tangled in the mire. It is not my mire, it is His. God doesn’t ask me to solve the problems and fight the battles alone. He asks me to allow Him to do it—in me, through me, for His glory. Make a space in the mire for Him.
You were running a good race. Who cut in on you to keep you from obeying the truth? That kind of persuasion does not come from the one who calls you. Galatians 5:7-8
Meeting God at the Park 