Walking through life blindly must be a living hell. I often stumble, frequently fall, and occasionally blunder my way along due to my inability to release my hold on self, yet the process is significantly easier to due those around me who lend their hands, hearts, ears, eyes, and voice to my walk. I experienced several of these touches during the past week and I have wondered what they hold in common, other than a caring for my soul.
As I reflect, I find that they do share something in common. They are all following, no pursuing the Spirit of God who continues to transform their hearts. Some share a name with my God, others do not, yet it is the same Divine power. They live in big cities and small villages; some are comfortable financially while others are pushing to makes ends meet. Their ages span the spectrum between being young enough to be my child and old enough to be my father or mother. Many are what others consider good, yet each struggles with the demons that fight from within. I cannot find anything in common that there are following their hearts desire to know God, personally and intimately.
Today is one of those miserable, wet, gray, cool, windy fall days that England seems to hold the trademark for. I should be depressed but sit encouraged and enthused. Life is full of opportunities. God is looking out for you and me in ways we cannot even imagine. Guides are reaching out to us; a book here, an experience there. The only question that remains is what you and I will choose to do with time. We can worry about our actions of yesterday or the potential failures and catastrophes of tomorrow. On the other hand, we can follow our hearts towards God and live, really live in the recreation that begins the moment we turn and discover that God has already been at work preparing our special place.
“Souls who follow their hearts thrive; fools bent on evil despise matters of soul.” (Proverbs 13.19)