Meditation on 1 Samuel 16:7b
I can easily
And carelessly
Overlook important things
In this world,
In the nature of things,
In the written Word.
Little things like
Love-
Mercy-
Forgiveness.
Would judge the cover
By the book if I
Could only hear the directions.
So many things I assume to know
In blatant human ignorance.
What is my outward appearance?
Sinner?
Saint?
Whiner?
Does it tell you anything
About my heart?
This heart,
This placeful space
Where heaven and earth
Beat as one with our
Creator.
Not nearly shallow as the mind.
Satan knows his way
Into the mind.
It's where he paints
His seeds of
Pride and overblown
Importance.
Where he nurtures fear
Blinding us
To minimizing our
Own transgressions for
Glare of our brothers
High beams of hell
And aggravation.
Who is my brother?
You are.
Each and every one of you
A varying concept of my Creator
With hearts that
Only God knows.