love is an offering

We are a "get there" culture of people. "Are we there yet" is not a question, but an expectation that demands an answer. But in midst of getting there and a preoccupation with the destination, we have missed a miracle. The mystical is lost.  We lost the power of the mystery, while grasping at spoilers.  Our wonder is on the milk carton.  I must be intentional about the process, because I too am impatient.  If want to savor life, I must appreciate its every taste and bite.  When I am tired of the drive and making "good time" is more important that "the time" I devalue the lesson my Jesus is teaching me.  If I hope to receive the present, I must first "be present". Because more times than not, the journey is just as important as the destination.

When I discover, I come alive. My soul is awakened from its predictable slumber and a shock runs through my veins! I can hardly breathe, but I can't look away.  I am captivated, taken by surprise by something fearfully beautiful.  When I discover, I am called to worship God. Though I marvel at His handiwork, I am compelled to seek follow His trail, seek His footprint.  All the while I am terrified with wonder and graciously invited.  I want to take in that moment, be present in His presence.  When I discover, I can hear His bare feet crunching over the mountain snow.  I can feel His breath in the cool morning breeze.  I can hear His voice in the strong currents of streams, calling out to me, inviting me to walk with Him and create something that was inspired by what I discovered.