Dabbling in the Word of God.
Searching for a verse that fits. And serves my agenda. It happens.
Comfort levels sometimes dictate this. Looking for a way to stay. Or leave.
Wanting His Word to match my ways. My methods.
And back me up.

Dabbling in the Word of God.
Searching for a verse that fits. And serves my agenda. It happens.
Comfort levels sometimes dictate this. Looking for a way to stay. Or leave.
Wanting His Word to match my ways. My methods.
And back me up.

Only one thing teaches me God’s will.
And gets me out of my own preconceived ideas. About what I can and cannot do. Or who I am. Where I need to be.
Only one practice. One way of living and breathing. Teaching me His greater purpose and meaningful plan.
Daily abiding in the Vine, Christ Jesus.
Learning this necessary truth takes time and effort. Surrender.
But sooner or later, I clearly see.
Only He is the root and sustainer. The source of true life and fruitfulness.

Pigs rush en masse down the steep bank. To their demise. Leaving one madman behind.
Now clothed. Calm. Coherent. And in his right mind.
The news spreads. People come from town and countryside to see for themselves. Hear eyewitness accounts.
But their response is unexpected.
They don’t want Jesus to stay. In fact, they can’t get Him out of there fast enough.
