Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Sandals

I hope I'm not wearing anyone out with stuff about my Freedom Session homework.  I hate to be tiresome, but it's what's on my mind these months.  Sigh...feeling that lack of a "best friend" or perpetually available and interested listening ears.  I guess the people who would be that if it were possible are the minds I'm writing to.  Honestly, if I didn't have such a perpetually lonely trail through a lot of my soul, I would never have started any of this blogging or much other creative stuff.

Anyway.  This week our assignment is a simple Bible reading exercise to train us Freedom Session folk in the art of listening to God.  For 6 days we have these categories to fill out:

Today I read : (Bible passage)
Most significant reference to me:
Main idea:
How it impressed me and/or applies to my life:

When we did a practice version in class, we were encouraged to directly ask God what He wanted to tell us personally through the passage.  Then we had to spend time listening to what He had to say. Not just read and run.  Actually waiting quietly with the real expectation that He would say something to our spirit.  

For my first homework in this assignment I read the last few verses of Joshua 5 where brave but unaware Joshua meets the angelic commander of God's armies just before Israel goes out to meet the enemy.  Once Joshua discovers who the angel is, he asks for instructions.  Verse 15, which I marked as my most significant reference, gives the answer, "Remove your sandals from your feet, for the place where you are standing is holy."  

I wrote down that God is telling me that "tomorrow" is not my problem.  My only job is to focus on and worship God in this very moment.  I've actually gotten more "aggressive", for lack of a better word, about clinging onto God's invisible feet.  Even if He has to drag me down the path I don't let go until He lets me know again, even with the tiniest peace, that He is with me. Probably sounds more like desperation than worship. But for me it's progress in my frequent sense of desolation. 

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