i live with mysteries now, content
i am small
living in linear time
on a flat plane of existence.
i wear dark coloured glasses with blinders while.
peering at the world as if i were the centre of the universe.
who am i to complain loudly at the perceived injustices of God,
the Holy Immortal One?
who am i to demand answers to all of life’s mysteries and problems?
all i can do is
lay down entitlement and pride,
then allow Christ to save me from myself,
my little prison of ego.
He plugs me into Himself,
His Body and
into the community of saints,
both living and dead
Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been his counselor? Romans 11:34
Who can fathom the Spirit of the LORD, Isaiah 40:13
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways And My thoughts than your thoughts.… Isaiah 55:8,9