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BLOGGING as a MOVING MEDITATION: Liminality's thin passage untangles as it weaves, fits in the ineffable nooks and crannies of my heart's prayer wall, like the cracks in pavement, mile markers on the road, windblown whimsical napkin poems written in eyeliner.

Friday, September 07, 2012

more September streaming...........

Thinking on the drawbridge from Nouwen in the previous Sept. update....

What i was sensing, was that for my heart, i’m relearning some areas that need drawbridges rather than walls.  

Oh in the practical, YES, re-establishing boundaries is a good thing... (generally)....
what i’m pondering is the places that aren’t so black and white; where i’ve placed walls instead of a drawbridge.

Part of my heart feels like the reluctant optimist .... oh, i know what would be amazing, but the part of my heart that i reserve for the “seeing is believing” needs some serious work.

I’ve said before, i’ll say again, THIS time to myself....  walls do keep things out, but they also can keep you a prisoner, if you’ve walled yourself IN!

Yep, been guilty of that .... of late!

I’m thankful God doesn’t wall off some of His heart for us........

Really thankful. 

So how to put healthy and sturdy drawbridges up in some areas AND deconstruct some walls in others.

There’s an old PT (prophetic teaching) on the Donkey.

Jesus had only ONE donkey, it was specific in time and place. It was also “called for”... Jesus sent one of the dudes to go get it....   It was His to ride.

So for me, the biggest Drawbridge is what am i called to and what am i not.   Sounds simple, but if your dna is wired differently than others, it’s a bit of a task.

God sorta likes speaking through Ass’s .... Asse’s .... what the proper there?

So if i may speak, i’m wondering about putting these Texas boots into some practice and ride the one that He chooses. (yeah, did you catch that?- i’m sure some of those winged creatures around the throne got a bit of a chuckle.)

Where have i placed walls up as barricades over my wounds, that have become so entrenched, that i don’t even know when it’s HIM touching them??!!

so there is my selah for the evening.

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