Shattered spaces shine the brightest…How our journey of a thousand miles makes us holy and brings us home

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Sometime in your life you will go on a journey.
It will be the longest journey you have ever taken.
It is the journey to find yourself.

~ Katherine Sharp

 

The finding of oneself can only truly be discovered in the finding of Him.

For He is the one who formed us from the earth, He who knows us best.

His still small voice sings to our hearts in sunshine and rain, in moments golden and banal, filled with life’s tedium and beauty, unrest and second chances, fears and hopes.

And in the spaces of eternity from sunrise to sunset we wait. And wonder. Watching. Our eyes upon Him, the author and perfecter who faithfully pens our life stories, slowly.

Slowly and steadily in the sure and certain direction of home where every story can have a happy ending when it finds its hope in Him.

So we need no longer fear or be shamed by the stories we leave behind for weaved throughout those chapters is the uncommon theme of unconditional love and forgiveness for sinners such as us.

All this weaving together one day at a time brings forth luminous beauty hidden for ages.

All for His glory. And ours, His glory in us.

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And it shines brighter than a thousand shooting stars because the more it refracts, the more it reflects His love.

His great love, incomprehensible, everlasting and as unchanging as the tide.

The love that created us to love Him from the fullness of our hearts, swimming freely in his ocean of grace.

Yet in the grace of such freedom we lost our way.

But no matter how far lost, tucked away in the core of our hearts like a life saver for a withered hand to grasp, is the forever truth that gold remains in us with the potential to shine as the brightest of stars on the darkest of nights.

The treasure in a jar of clay.

Light of that treasure escapes from where the heart has been shattered the worst.

But only once the stone wall held steady by self’s arms fell, and pretenses were swept away by wave upon wave of terrible reckoning, crashing upon the precious Rock of absolute truth, could the light serve as a beacon helping another lost soul see and be saved.

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For life, our one-time-on-this-earth life that we cling to so tightly, is about Him after all.

Him and His love, and us learning to live love in a dying way. The dying of our selfish selves, drowning all our contempt and pride.

Yet impatient with the process, we sometimes scream inside at what seems like slow and stodgy sailing through a windless life getting no where.

We pout, procrastinate, and passionately sin, making excuses for it, claiming it as a birthright because the grabbing onto something that looks good but really isn’t makes us feel better in the moment and is all we may know.

And a veil of darkness descends over the window of our souls allowing misplaced feelings and forgetful laziness to usher in darkness.

This turn in our journey brings us face to face with an ocean of consequences, where our choices can lead us further away or closer toward the living water we long for.

If we reach out, cry out, and throw out the lies that linger from old voices of sin that drone on, we will drop down low in holy fear, shielding our eyes from the brilliant glory on high.

We will be changed from glory to glory.

And He will stoop to pick us up, gently scraping up bits of ourselves left behind from when we shuffled along the wide way in the lowlands.

His heart beats steady with love pure and true, and our hearts skip a beat for it is undeniably the greatest gift we have ever received.

Holy Kiss upon parched lips, His holy outpouring of grace to our spirits washes our wounds.

And the cracks and imperfections in us become beauty marks.

We have stopped running away and press in all crumbled, kissing His feet with salt leaking to overflowing those bottles in heaven that bear our name.

And He knows us by name, and all the hairs on our heads counted, and He has inscribed our names on the palm of His hand, and He calls us by name.

Beloved Child of Mine.

And the Master, our Good Parent who we thought was meddling in our affairs, allowing us to be miserable, was! For a season. And He will again if we need it!

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But now we see in the light of all truth.

And know that He has ultimately worked everything for good.

He is our Father and He loves us.

His great love allows us to hurt sometimes for the sake of the greater good. The glorious good of softening our hearts and leading us to love as He loves through all the lessons of all the moments of all our days.

Master Artist and Author, never sleeping, transforms humble, hurting lumps of dirt into beautiful vessels fit for service to the King of Kings.

He writes new chapters of our stories, and composes melodies never before heard that become our hearts’ sweetest siren song.

And the journey to find ourselves was always about finding Him, and a thousand miles that will bring us home…

~sheila

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14 thoughts on “Shattered spaces shine the brightest…How our journey of a thousand miles makes us holy and brings us home

  1. Dear Sheila
    Oh yes, He loves meddling in our business!!! I am at a place where our Pappa told me that we need to work through issues that I would rather not, but He assured me that this is the only way to complete healing! I was just trying to explain this to my husband when I read your post and I had to giggle for all I needed to do was to read a few parts of your post to him! Thanks.
    Luv XX
    Mia

    • Oh Mia…I am so glad this post helped you, dear friend. And YES there is NO healing without feeling, and very often those feelings are what we want to avoid because they hurt or make us uncomfortable. But He will be with you as you trudge through it all just like He is here with me and you will make it through to the other side and you will shine brighter than ever before. Sending you love and hugs for your journey. If you ever want to “chat” in more detail, please feel free to email me. xxoo

  2. I love “learning to live love in a dying way.” Very powerful words here and such a good depiction of all of our journeys through life and back to the Savior. Love, Rachael @ Inking the Heart

  3. Hi Sheila! I am coming to you from A Little R and R.

    I like the concept of our cracks being beauty marks. That is a great image! And the fact that light can shine so much better through those cracks too.

    So nice to meet you today!
    Ceil

  4. “Yet impatient with the process, we sometimes scream inside at what seems
    like slow and stodgy sailing through a windless life getting no where.”
    Yes–I often feel that scream inside myself. I want to be changed quicker, better, easier. But trusting that the Lord moves as is best for His glory, not mine. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poetry.

    • Quicker, better, easier…yep. That’s the American way, isn’t it? But not His way and we know that His way is so much greater so we reach out for more patience and faith to just keep surrendering to His process, trusting that we will get where He wants us to go, one day at a time. Thanks so much, Lisa. I am enjoying getting to know you through your posts and comments 🙂

  5. What a beautiful post. I am and have been in all of those places. I am so thankful that He knows my name! Thank you for the reminder. Have a blessed weekend!

    Debby

  6. This is so beautifully written. I’m tucking the thought that our imperfections will become beauty marks away to ponder and chew on them. “In Him” our lives look different than through human eyes.

    • In Him we are absolutely beautiful, Pamela, even at our dirtiest worst, for He sees us covered with His righteousness. He envisions our becoming…perfect in a future moment which is present in us now unseen. Blessings to you, my friend, and thanks so much for stopping by to comment. It made me smile!