The translation of yesterday's morning sky had me at the edge of my seat to get to church. What is God going to say to us that He has set up the skyline so beautifully.
It wasn't quite like the multilevel curtains that were raised when Joni came to speak to us.
It was a straight line of clouds as far around as we could see, until we got to the city and to the right of us there was a clear and curvy path set out. I saw this as the angel's raising the horizon line for us. We are raising the standard, I do hope you can keep up, the angel tells me when they raise the bar as they often do.
I know I can't keep up, I wasn't raised with reflexes to praise. I simply can't make that my first response, no matter how I try. Praise is always what I do, after I say the bad response first. These people were raised with worship and praise in their earliest remembrances. My earliest remembrances are always to nitpick. I catch myself
She said it again to me, did He wake you up this morning and I gave the right response, this time, "Halleluia!" She said, look how long it took you to pass that test after, how many clinics about your spiritual reflexes. Will the children pass the next round?
That worries me a bit. Is the horizon line for them or for us who are developing their reflexes?
Now, dishes and the closet floor, again? When will you be done? "Halleluia?" Wrong answer!
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