went to church this morning at an anglican church. i loved it.
i loved the corporate spoken words - prayers, liturgy...words of truth that i couldn't or wouldn't think to speak. my soul resonated with hymns and prayers i couldn't utter on my own. my spirit was encouraged by scripture, liturgy and communion.
quite.
gentle monsoon rain falling outside the window.
stillness.
breathing deeply - literally and figuratively.
one of the hymns we sang opened and closed with these lines...
I praise to the Holiest in the height
And in the depth be praise
In all his words most wonderful
Most sure in all his ways
oh man...i need to sing those words. even at my best "sure" is rarely how i'd describe how i feel over here. (and definitely wouldn't be how i'd describe myself in the middle of transition). i feel like my brain whirls. like i'm constantly looking for a solid place to stand. like a pendulum...i swing, often un-steady...trying to figure out what is good. what is loving. what is my motivation. how to respond. not sure.
but He stands as an anti-thesis to my uncertainty. most sure in all His ways.
amen.
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