“Turn your eyes upon Jesus.”
The simplest act. To move my gaze.
From the task. Pain. Problems. Ordinary ins and outs of every day.
It’s easy. No complicated checklist required.
And yet…

“Turn your eyes upon Jesus.”
The simplest act. To move my gaze.
From the task. Pain. Problems. Ordinary ins and outs of every day.
It’s easy. No complicated checklist required.
And yet…

Jars filled with water. Outwardly common. Inwardly plain.
Others know what we’re made of. See the flaws. Rough edges. They remember the ordinary ways we walk and talk.
But we surrender. To the One who receives this offering.
Such as it is.

On Day 5 of covid19, my sense of taste and smell quietly leave. Unnoticed at first. In the onslaught of fever and fatigue.
Now, it’s six months later.
They haven’t fully returned.
This loss heightens my awareness of God’s design. Complex and purposeful.
In the body and the Body.
