kasa no hone. (the umbrella's bones)

The ribs of the umbrella have fallen apart.

The paper is also torn,

But with bamboo tied together.

Do not throw it away.

Though I also am torn, don't desert me.

it's an anathallo sort of day.
connor park shout-out.

"I've already run for dear life straight to the arms of God."

Sometimes, I just feel overwhelmed. And worried.

Like maybe I know less about God than I felt I did three years ago.
Maybe my memory passages need some polishing. (ok, a lot more than just some.)
Maybe I couldn't really defend what I believe about every theological nuance when it comes right down do it. (oh...eschatology, you say? rats.)

But then I remember, that's the challenge. My new role as the Bride.
Perhaps the first step is accepting gracefilled life-change, then changing my life because of it.
And I have the rest of my 70 appointed years to spend figuring it out.

The farther I dig,
The deeper I dive,
The less I seem to know You,
but the more I want to.

From Romans 11
"Is there anyone around who can explain God?
Anyone smart enough to tell Him what to do?
Anyone who has done Him such a huge favor that God has to ask him advice?

Everything comes from Him;
Everything happens through Him;
Everything ends up in Him.
Always glory! Always praise!
Yes. Yes. Yes."

(By the way, I'm rediscovering the Message, and I sort of love it.)