Friday, September 16, 2005

a lingering spirituality

The smell of blossom hangs outside the back door.

I feel grey, pressured by too many funerals, too many time demands, too much detail. These are signs and symbols of my tiredness.

The choice is mine, to linger on the back door step, to savour the fragrance of the now.

In Psalm 49, the invitation is to savour wisdom while playing the harp. It is the call to creative depth, to linger with ideas and play with imagination.

I feel grey, pressured by the demands for simplicity, for clarity, for solid basics.

The choice is mine, to linger amid the gifts of intelligence and savour the fragrance of creativity. I linger toward the now of a cafe; now I will listen to the new CD (Fat Freddy’s Drop Live) and now I will read the new book (Pete Ward’s Selling Worship).

Posted by steve at 11:27 AM


  1. take it easy mate. Take time with God. Only He can charge those batteries. Savour widsom while playing the harp 🙂

    it’s time for free fall
    knowing that He will catch you

    so go take a leap of faith :)Savour His goodness – that portion that was created JUST FOR YOU 🙂

    be blessed 🙂

    Comment by Lorna — September 17, 2005 @ 12:20 am

  2. Prayers for renewal out for you!!!! God’s peace to you!

    Comment by Patrick — September 17, 2005 @ 1:17 am

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