For the tired days

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He speaks through leather-bound life written on gilded pages.

Slow down.

Sit in silence.

Wait.

Listen.

I read the words and see new depths of His greatness. He is the same. Yesterday. Today. Forever.

Can we ever really understand it? Can we ever really know the weight of glory and experience the brilliance of his presence?

Because this day-to-day? The working and tending and planning and fixing, it is the temporary reality. That which seems so real and palpable is light and momentary. This time, this struggle, this fear, this present joy does not compare with who He is.

The things we see? They are transient. But oh, the things that are unseen, they will remain long after time stands still.

This beauty, this glory, this majestic knowing has been replaced by picket signs, slogans, decals and bumper stickers. It has been tamed, taught, bulleted and marginalized until it is manageable. The most radiant experience in the universe has been dulled into just another option from a buffet of moral, lifestyle, and cultural choices — all equally filling.

Fresh and living water is available for the asking, yet I dig a broken cistern into the catchbasin of humanity hoping the slop will satisfy.

We convince ourselves it is good. Meanwhile we rot and stink and rush and hurry believing that we have become too dignified to simply ask for cool, clear, living water.

Yet he stands. He waits. He speaks, “Come.”

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. — Jesus

  • Rachael

    This post screams “hope” to me. All the things that I strive to clean, make beautiful, organize, or whatever else to make look good is all transient. I love the line ” But oh, the things that are unseen, they will remain long after time stands still.” I need more of that quiet listening this week and to rest in remembering where my hope comes from. Blessings to you! Rachael @ Inking the Heart

    • http://www.eyvonnesharp.com/ Eyvonne

      Yes. Hope! 2 Corinthians 4:16-18. Those words are life! So glad to hear from you Rachael.

  • Karin Deaver

    I so loved this post. This line, “The most radiant experience in the universe has been dulled into just
    another option from a buffet of moral, lifestyle, and cultural choices —
    all equally filling” is so very true. I have side-stepped slowly along that buffet table with my tray and full plate looking for life and too often I push away from the table unsatisfied. Drinking from broken cisterns seems so senseless, yet I do it again and again. I am so thankful he continues to press forward and say again to me, “Come.” May you have a rich, meaningful Christmas as you press in to follow that tender voice.

    • http://www.eyvonnesharp.com/ Eyvonne

      The contrast between fresh water vs. broken cisterns has been my meditation lately. I know the path of which you speak Karen. I have pushed away from the same table, far too often.

  • http://www.wordsofjoy75.blogspot.co.uk/ Joy Lenton

    This is so true, “Fresh and living water is available for the asking, yet I dig a broken cistern into the catchbasin of humanity hoping the slop will satisfy”. How easily we fall into that trap and ignore the Source of Living Water that refreshes deep within, satisfying every need.
    May we all heed His voice calling us above the “rush and hurry”, stink and slurry of life lived in dependence on anything apart from His love and grace. For the unseen, eternal things are what our hearts cry out for.
    A great post, Eyvonne! And a timely reminder to us in this busy season. Blessings of peace and refreshment to you and yours as you respond to that still, small voice calling, “Come to Me” :) xx

    • http://www.eyvonnesharp.com/ Eyvonne

      Thank you for your kind comments here Joy. It’s so nice hear from you!

  • http://sixinthehickorysticks.blogspot.com/ Nacole Simmons

    So sorry I’m just now coming over to read. Oh, this put words to a feeling that is hard to write about. “hoping the slop will satisfy.” Wow. I like this, a lot. So speaks to where I am right now and I’ll write about it when I can find the words. Aren’t we all here, whether we feel it at the moment or not? We really can’t do any good on our own.