Psalm 131:2 "I don't take part in the lofty affairs of 'self' [matters of position and prominence] or in wonders far beyond me. No, I keep myself calm and quiet, like a little child on its mother's lap,"
Balance. I keep hearing that word reverberate on the inside. It's bouncing off the walls, trying to get out and breathe, abide. I had forgotten. Left my first loves on the side of the road of rushed responsibilites. I must sing within. I must praise without. I can serenade you beside the shouts.
I do not seek balance. I seek the Kingdom where balance sings. The King can tell a person everything he's ever done. Where are the open ears? Listen. Where are the willing feet? Follow. Who wants to hear this voice repeat in the desert?
It was good to feel the darkness last night as our little voices took flight. He wrapped the four of us up like Temple insulation. Mortar, Rock, and elation. Toes, fingers, both rested. Our foes, all bested, as we held our voices up together.
ser·e·nade
ˌserəˈnād/
noun
- 1.a piece of music sung or played in the open air, typically by a man at night under the window of his lover.
