the dance of the ink riddled fingers

God is not a vegetable.

Posted in epiphany tiffany, handfuls of ambition, pin the tail on the love by enisea on 02/09/2011

As sunshine began streaming through the cold glass windows of our lounge room, so too did revelation.  As I wrote on a blank new page this fine second morning of Spring, the flow of my thoughts and ink were, by habit, about to write: Be my everything (out of some frustrated lack of desire and understanding). Yet it occurred to me that my everything has never been enough, my everything is lacking, my everything is deprived and deficient. I definitely need more than my everything if I want life to be richer and fuller.  It made me realise I had been treating God as though He were as good for me as vegetables.  Though I go through binge periods of glutton faced junk and pointless gorging, I always return to ‘incorporating’ vegetables into the diet because I know they’re good for me, I don’t know the nitty gritty of how the different nutrients within each vegetable is absorbed, processed and then assists my body in functioning healthily, but I know it’s good for my insides and consequently also, my outsides.  So, previously, I may have sounded like an ‘advocate’ for something of a ‘healthy lifestyle’, reducing the sovereignty or transcendence of incredible God to simply being convinced that everyone would be healthier with Him in life.  Sure, of late, I’ve begun to actually enjoy vegetables – but if I really wanted to discover a wonderful reality and relationship, God needs to be more than just “a healthy thing that I appreciate”. 

So, I suppose, little by little I’m peeling back the shades of my young understanding to reveal very gradually the brilliance of reality – that God isn’t just good for making me a healthier person, character wise.  He is the essence of life and life to the full.  So in appropriate response to this, to Him, the most I can manage to return is worship – unconfined to music and dance, but in spirit and in truth, and through and through – that which will become instinctual but that which will definitely cost me. But really, what is cost when life is free? 

Far be it from me to offer to my greatest lover, my most generous giver, that which costs me nothing.


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  1. saNdra said, on 03/09/2011 at 9:24 PM

    *nods* the days of sunshine are amazing, and rain too for that matter =]
    keep up the zeal !!!!!

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