Greetings Dear Reader,
When I was first in my teen years I had access to a large
wooded area and most of the entertainment I valued was within walking
distance. I ranged far and often in
those days. I was lean and adventurous. That all changed at one point.
I have not thought of that time in decades. As I ponder those days and my forthcoming
journey ahead I am reminded of the few times in my life where solitude was a
welcome companion.
How to recapture the contentment of that time eludes me. There is damage and isolation in the years
between that impact it. Some of the
things that hinder me are my own doing.
Some of the hindrances are circumstances outside of my control.
Then again I cannot truly control anything but my
responses. I must find the place in me
that made good use of the time and recapture it. I need to allow Christ to recapture this part
of me and revive it if he wills.
Since it is all a journey back to God I must allow the
journey in me to awaken and unfold. I
must recapture the elusive ability to find joy in the journey no matter what is
around me.
Recapture
Me – Michael Card
Fleeing what I do not know
Recapture me, recapture me
I flee to where I cannot go
Recapture me
The bridge between my heart and mind
Recapture me, recapture me
You come across myself to find
Recapture me
You come and knock on imaginations door
You come to show to
To know You is what eyes and ears are for
With ears that hear but not receive
Recapture me, recapture me
With eyes that see but can't perceive
Recapture me
Your paradox and poetry
Recapture me, recapture me
You speak one sacred certainty
Recapture me
You come and knock on imaginations door
You come to show to, to know You is
What eyes and ears are for
To know You is what eyes and ears are for
Through prophets madness make me wise
Recapture me, recapture me
Through foolish faith open my eyes
Recapture me
With sacred words, with silent words
Recapture me, recapture me
You're the living Word that must be heard
Recapture me
Recapture me
Recapture, recapture me
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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