SHIFTING GEARS – LEARNING TO DRIVE ON DIFFERENT TERRAIN

In the Bible, in the history of the nation of Israel, there are two distinct phases of life and distinct ways of existence.

One, while in the wilderness, after being delivered from slavery in Egypt and two, when they settled down in the promised land, after driving out those who lived there.

The difference between these two seasons of life was the way in which He provided for them and the manner by which He met their needs! 

God was their Source and Guide, not just in the wilderness, but also in the land of their settlement.

Between these two ways of life, between their nomadic lifestyle and their settled state, there lies a difference. In what was uncharted territory for them, their needs were met day by day, as the need arose and when the moment arrived, neither early or late but on time, supernaturally. In the permanency of settled land, their needs were met in a year-by-year/life of seasons, an ordered cycle and pattern of living befitting a stationary way of being. 

Settlement is marked by a regular, predictable and sure way of existence with a natural rhythm of life, whereas wilderness walk is always marked by uncertainty, monotony and anxiety. It is a totally different, unusual and other way of life and living.

Wilderness is a place of simple fare, just-what-is-needed-for-the-day supply, deficient of variety and with just sufficient provision-for-the-day being the only guarantee!

Desert drive or wilderness walking could be a place of trials, traversing an unknown terrain and facing an unfamiliar way of life!

In these COVID days and in the aftermath of the quarantine days, we have moved from a predictable cycle of life to not knowing what tomorrow brings. We have moved from certainty to uncertainty, from variety of choices to a modicum of monotony and from sedentary placidity to unexpected changes and challenges. It is time to understand what stuff we are made up and gird ourselves to walk a new model of living.

We went through a season of financial constraint and had to depend on the supernatural provision, whenever and wherever the natural fell short! 

It is time for us to know, understand and accept that our seasons have changed. It is time for us to trust in God for everything and not depend on our regular sources/resources, but adapt to an unusual way of life!

It is time for us to explore and get used to unexplored vistas and different terrain!

It is time for us to shift gears and learn to drive anew and afresh!

PRECIOUS THINGS

God gives uncut diamonds into our hands,
Offering the best that He can sand.
Rough edges, raw wedges, uncouth dredges they maybe,
Handled with love, chiseled with care, scintillating pieces they’ll turn to be!

Every child is His true gift of love,
Given freely to a murky world.
Sweet tokens of His pleasant favor
Ever unworthy we’re to even claim.

Innocent but we cast them aside,
Shoving them on the rubbish heap!
Sovereign gold crafted with grace
Oh what preciousness we constantly waste!

Treasures bestowed just at our feet
Stewards we must be to earn our keep.
Woe to the ones who trample them down
Wicked to the core, I shudder at their doom!

*As usual wrote a long one and then cut it down to size. The original is given below!
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Roger Bultot

God gives uncut diamonds into our hands,
One, two or even three, the best that He can sand.
Rough edges, raw wedges, uncouth dredges they seem to be,
Handled with love, chiseled with care, scintillating pieces they turn out to be!

EACH and every child is His gift of love
Sent to show His care to a fallen world.
Tokens of favor communicating a word of faith
Sovereigns of pure gold crafted in exquisite mould!

Messengers of purity sent by His grace,
Waters of life flowing crystal and clear
Stars of hope, lamps of light, they brighten a dark day
Flowers of beauty, fragrance of heaven, they cover the stench of sin!

Innocent though they be, we cast them aside
Throwing them often on the rubbish heap!
Travelling afar not knowing what they’ll meet
Oh what preciousness we waste in hasty takes!

Treasures they are given into our keep
Stewards we must be and handle with care.
Woe to the ones who trample them unseen
What will their fate be only He can share!

© Sabina Tagore Immanuel