There is something about being in a place where you feel strong enough to voice your concern and safe enough to be angry. You feel safe because there is transcendent understanding, that the one you are angry with loves you and is not only excepting you but has vowed to work with the you that stumbles and is, exposingly weak at times. You and they have an understand that is understood in covenant-a deal made to safeguard your humanity and create the space to grow toward divine participation.
Conditions surround this deal. And they may be bold in their colorful claims. Like, one might say they vow to unconditionally love another. But can this vow really be truth, or is it just words with no testing ground till the rug is pulled out? It is there, laying abandoned on the floor we vow again, as if the choice to love is as fresh as a flower reaching up from the ground. Our hands are open when we love well like these petals bright and red. They reach out to openness and find the sun opening them to the possibility of new love.
But enough of all this flower stuff. I’m not sure what it is to love well outside of the context of covenant; it all seems terrifying outside the guiding categories of faithfulness. Lately, I would say the past year point five, has been a time when I have experienced this faithfulness of God intersecting with my life in fresh ways. Surprising ways even. So I sense an energizing confidence in the future hope for the world when the love of God comes to rest in the everyday times of life. These are the moments you sense, in a person you are with, that there is infinate ways to know them or moments when resting in the now through a nap in the park is this only right thing.
Everything you know seems to know this divine weight to time. Its like time knows for itself, because it has seen the end, that things will be okay, and even better, if you give it all away now. I’m about to rest tonight and I’m thinking its time I give away, not just thoughts, but my life-the thing I covet most. And if we are light that God brings into being vibrant with colors I want to paint like a flower petal opening itself to the canvas of the skies. From the ground it vows again to breath and love well enough to have a voice whispering with confidence in the possible.
