Where do they come from? Why are we walking along in life and all of a sudden a probing question jumps into our minds?
I was writing my previous post on From This Root and a question came to my mind that had me posting it to my Question blog and seeking folks to chat with me about it.
The other day I was reading a blog about nothing really (sorry, Bart). And a blogger (Dorcas) entered the stream of comments with an announcement that she was going to try blogging about the host to draw comments to her blog. It was funny. She, of course, was jesting. But I thought I'd venture over and give her site a peek. I use to visit her now and then and found a lot of her posts quite witty, humorous and thoughtful. I'd lost track of her because she changed her name to Attorney Notes. (don't be too put off by the "attorney" thing. it's not about a bunch of legal stuff.)
Anyway, she had a bunch of pictures on her blog that didn't much make sense to me, cause I'm a little dense. But a post she'd recently written before the "one of many photos" caught my interest. It begins with a question posed to her which gave her great pause. I like folks who pause to think about things so I decided to follow along with her thoughts. It turned out to be a very confessional kind of post with a rather revealing look at a lady and her Shepherd.
Lately, my Shepherd has been leading me through valleys with shadows of death. I've found Him very engaging as I followed behind and watched His staff beat off the predators which try to destroy my faith, rob me of joy and disturb my peace. I've enjoyed the still waters which have refreshed my soul in the midst of it all.
I've found that when I move really close to my Shepherd, so close I can touch the hem of His robe, fear has no way to penetrate His protective presence. I've also found the closer we are to one another, the less I want. Of this world, that is. I do want more of Him though. And if I get distracted by an enticing blade of grass and wander off for a moment, hunger pangs belt me in the belly and have me running back to Him for much greener pasture than I can see from my view of things.
Questions...are there any He can't answer? What is the Shepherd asking me today? I think of the many probing questions He's asked before. Who do you say I am? What is that to you? How long must I be with you? Why persecutest thou me? My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Pause, think about it. I am. selahV
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2007]
