What if tragic funeral lines, week after week sorrows, tears steaming meant something?
What if bleary-eyed, exhaustion, numb laying on the couch (I had no idea the ceiling had so many cracks) meant something?
A message in a bottle, screwed down tight, sealed with lead…
Through the glassy haze, in focus, no- out of focus, blurry I make out letters, words maybe, but cannot comprehend. I wrestle with the top, violently shake the bottle, yet it will not reveal its secrets.
Who is worthy to open this bottle and release this message!?
What if I am discovering myself and learning to get over myself?
Holy Spirit gently comes, place His hand over mine and pops the top off, no effort required. It flutters into my hand… RESTLESS.
…The culmination of “what ifs,”. I am restless because I was made for more. More relationship with my savior, more fulfillment of dreams, more power, more purpose… More, more, more than I can do by myself.
Therefore, work out your own salvation with reverence and awe and trembling (self-distrust, with serious caution, tenderness of conscience, watchfulness against temptation, timidly shrinking from whatever might offend God and discredit the name of Christ).
Not in your own strength, for it is God Who is all the while effectually at work in you [energizing and creating in you the power and desire], both to will and to work for His good pleasure and satisfaction and delight. (Philippians 2:12, 13 AMP)
There is a map on the back of the message, the X is floating… I think I’m going on an adventure… Stay tuned…