When you aren’t that hungry you just don’t eat right. What has happened to your appetite, my Son? Have you been intrigued by the fascinating display of thought and inquisitive reason feeling compelled to participate and in so doing losing focus on the righteous things of meditation and song? Have you set for yourself idols upon the mantle to gaze upon in hopeful wonder, looking to things crafted of wood and metal to provide for your blessings? Have you simply lost interest in the mysteries of the Word seeking miracles and signs and never seeing them in response?

The squirrel’s are every where, bright shiny objects of wonder and sound. They flash, sizzle, shake and twirl, capturing attention, diminishing focus and producing catatonia. In their spectacle the magic sustains your awe an awe reserved for God alone. What then in this temporary world suffices replacement of the eternal majesty and infinite depth of God’s gift’s of wisdom, insight and understanding? Measure your measure for soundness sake.

Atop the mountain you sit. Are you pondering the upcoming visit with God on this Holy Ground or capturing and seeking the valley views below, taking in every sight, bird flight and wind swept field wanton in return? There are moments that take your breath away do they pale those that give you breath? What song plays within the concordance of your heart? What evidence of contentment is reflected in your baited breath seeking social recognition? Who are you and who are you meant to become? Is this the road to reason or sanctification for both may not be traveled by these narrow feet. Perhaps pause is the order for this moment.

Does it matter what happens? We will be left in reaction to whatever occurs, why then must we master its prediction or feel failures in life’s equipping? This road is paved by God and its direction, twists, meetings and reflections are all provided to achieve specific objective? Must I be perfectly aligned to my own understanding to foster this mission accomplishment or consistent with the folds and flows in flux of a pathway perfected in His Timing, Saturation and Station? Chomping on the bit ruins my teeth and lays raw the edges and corners of my smile.

Yes, Lord, we both know what has been going on here. Thank you for allowing its admittance into the record of my unwillingness toward congruence in persistent tangential impulses. One accord is what we seek. Please forgive the childish responses to stimuli and begging at the counter for something I should not have or want. In Your Precious Name I sing, learn and walk. Jesus, My King.