Today’s the start of Lent—Ash Wednesday.
I slept straight through for eight hours last night, which was rare. The sleep ended with a dream, in which I was teaching, projecting my voice above the noise and the semi-convinced listeners, about one thing that I was passionate about. My physical body was awakened by the last loud statement I made, which I might have spoken aloud audibly on my bed.
I’m not sure if this dream means anything, especially when I’m in a season of morphing.
Since my last post on 1 Feb, my heart grew in what I pray is a Spirit-led conviction—to be able and cheerfully willing to live an ordinary life (where one put aside and put to death the things that were once so much part of one’s identity), is an accomplishment in itself. It is a challenge which I shall gladly embrace, and which I hope pleases my Maker and my Potter, who’s reshaping me.
The God of all nations and of all creation, chose to be born as a human infant, not to reign over the earth that He has created, but to grow up in an ordinary family, to be tested by Satan and men, to tread the road to Calvary,
to be obedient to death—even death on a cross.
Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
and gave him the name that is above every name,
that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.
Philippians 2:9-11
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