(My dusty indicator just went up a couple of notches, because the computer I'm typing on doesn't have a battery and the cord falls out easily, so this is the 3rd time I've begun this tonight. I'm not sure about this whole blogging thing in the first place and I'm over analyzing certain many things. I don't need help to make the process harder. Grrr.)
Dusty? Yeah, dusty. You know: ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Dust, the stuff you and I are made of. The stuff that covers every surface in your home and incessantly returns by the second.
So annoying, human, dirty and
fleeting.
limited.
broken.
worthless.
I first thunk these thoughts about feeling dusty here in 2007
I have grandiose ideas and dreams and ideals and goals and
I flop in a heap of indecision, fear, laziness, gluttony and hypocrisy
I trust God and I chew on gnawing anxieties about all of the things He's not taking care of, all of the the terrible things that might happen, probably will happen.
It's almost certain they're going to happen.
Worse-case scenarios play daily on a theatre near you . . . Me.
I feel dusty.
DUSTY
But hear's the thing about dust:
God made it.
God BREATHED into it.
God uses it.
"But God . . . "
One of my favorite quotes from Victor Hugo's Les Miserables.
But God!
We are hopeless, helpless, starving, broken, searching, selfish, blind, deaf . . . the list goes on, doesn't it? and sometimes dust needs to be shared, talked about, written about -- because we need to know we're not alone. We need to know that others feel dusty too. So that's part of why I'm sharing my dust.
But I can't finish with the dust. Because it's not the finish. It's not the end.
Because "But God."
BUT GOD
breathed into the dust
breathed into me
gave me Life
this dirty, weak, pathetic shell of sickly mortality
is Lit within!
and I have to share it.
I need to share it.
I want to share it.
I want to tell everyone of you who feels dusty today, yesterday and tomorrow
that there is Someone bigger and stronger than us
who can give us Life
who can make this dust RESONATE, GLOW
"What was mortal has been swallowed up with Life." the Bible.
"You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of dust . . . out of us." ~Gungor
This song says it really well: Beautiful Things
So I'm studying and writing about the Breath too. The "Ruach!" Yeah that's Hebrew for the Breath of God. It is good stuff let me tell you. I'm talking the immortal essence that breathes in and out of THE actual and only God. I've got to write about it, because it is changing me, God's Breath is changing me, permeating me and keeping my head above water. I have hope, life, truth, peace, love, grace. And those that know me well know those ain't quite natural in this little speck. This flaky little piece of dust is walking around with some kind of wonderful breathing within. And if I write about the dust so we'll know we're not alone in our dustiness, then I must write about the Ruach so we'll know we can be filled. Dust can be transformed. We can know the Breath-Giver.
There's other stuff on here too; because it's fun and real and relief.
Because dust needs to laugh and cook and eat and play and work and . . . Breathe :-)
