On the outside, errands, starbucks, lease payment, parent, employee, a missed appointment, a quick hello.  

On the inside, vicious skirmishes & ambushes. Swords drawn - blood spilled. Hurling some aspect of my inflamed or inflated self onto that cross I drag everywhere I go.

Kill it, I say to God's Spirit in me. Crucify it, He does.   When I hurl it up onto that splintered, blood splattered beam, my part is over & His begins.  

On the outside, errands, starbucks, lease payment, parent, employee, & a quick goodbye.  On the inside, at red lights, eyes close & head hits the steering wheel in worship.   Messy, stilted, wordless pockets of worship at the red lights & stop signs, & in the starbucks addiction line. Gritty worship in the Fall winds - the cityscape ahead & my heart hurling itself ahead - head on into the oncoming come closer now of a hide & seek God.  

On the outside, I'm tapping out these aimless words like a pregnant soul needing to deliver. On the inside, warfare & worship... tenderness & grittyness... fasting & feasting.... jagged-edged worship.

Comments

[maryann]

i read this and i want to hug you.

[hazelorbs]

wow...breathtaking image. you write similar to my own style...love it.

[cg]

This is the best picture of Rom 12:1-2

[maryann]

i read this all these years later...and i still want to hug you. :)