MyMy brain doesn't grasp 550 mph.
My brain doesn't grasp 550mph.
It can't actually phathom 40 thousand feet high.
And yet, here I am, moving at 550mph, 40 thousand feet high over the Russian arctic.
Through window panes I can see vast landscapes that prove my circumstance, but it isn't until we land in another continent that I can really be certain of the magnitude and direction of our trip.
If I try to think about the logistics of flying and the unlikely physics that keeps us afloat in the atmosphere it is easy to adopt a concerned outlook and to desire control in light of my apparent altitude predicament. But I don't know how to fly a plane! If I limited myself to travelling where I was in control I would never see new continents or vast oceans or do the work that God has planned for me.
My brain doesn't grasp God's direction for my life.
It can't actually phathom, "supernatural."
And yet, here I am, listening to God's vioce, praying over people all over the world.
Through the window panes I can see vast landscapes that prove my circumstance, but it isn't until the end that I can really be sure of the magnitude and direction of my life.
If I try to think about how I hear God's will and the unlikely principals that tie my soul to my Maker, it is easy to become concerned and desire control. 40 thousand feet can easily be misinturpreted as a predicament. But I don't have purpose on my own! If I limited myself to living within my own means I could never see the refining of my mind and the renewing of my heart or do the work that God has planned for me.
I don't need to know where I am going. I need to completely let go so that I can see coastlines, oceans, mountains and deserts that distort what I thought could be real because of their majesty.
The Lord will take all that you let go of and make it more in Him.
So recklessly relinquish control, fully abandon the cockpit,
and get ready for the ride of your life.
brain doesn't grasp 550 mph.
It can't actually phathom 40 thousand feet high.
And yet, here I am, moving at 550mph, 40 thousand feet high over the Russian arctic.
Through window panes I can see vast landscapes that prove my circumstance, but it isn't until we land in another continent that I can really be certain of the magnitude and direction of our trip.
If I try to think about the logistics of flying and the unlikely physics that keeps us afloat in the atmosphere it is easy to adopt a concerned outlook and to desire control in light of my apparent altitude predicament. But I don't know how to fly a plane! If I limited myself to travelling where I was in control I would never see new continents or vast oceans or do the work that God has planned for me.
My brain doesn't grasp God's direction for my life.
It can't actually phathom, "supernatural."
And yet, here I am, listening to God's vioce, praying over people all over the world.
Through the window panes I can see vast landscapes that prove my circumstance, but it isn't until the end that I can really be sure of the magnitude and direction of my life.
If I try to think about how I hear God's will and the unlikely principals that tie my soul to my Maker, it is easy to become concerned and desire control. 40 thousand feet can easily be misinturpreted as a predicament. But I don't have purpose on my own! If I limited myself to living within my own means I could never see the refining of my mind and the renewing of my heart or do the work that God has planned for me.
I don't need to know where I am going. I need to completely let go so that I can see coastlines, oceans, mountains and deserts that distort what I thought could be real because of their majesty.
The Lord will take all that you let go of and make it more in Him.
So recklessly relinquish control, fully abandon the cockpit,
and get ready for the ride of your life.
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