I just got back from ministries retreat, and it was a time of such deep renewal. Soon, I hope to write up more of my reflections but for now this short post will suffice.
The Spirit is at work. Yes, in moments of exaltation, the spectacular, as the music rises, beauty breaks forth at the dawn, as a mighty rushing wind; but also in stillness, the mundane, as all seems to slip away, the darkness descends, in near exasperation, as a quiet breath; the Spirit is at work.
Here is my servant, whom I uphold,
my chosen, in whom my soul delights;
I have put my spirit upon him;
he will bring forth justice to the nations.
2 He will not cry or lift up his voice,
or make it heard in the street;
3 a bruised reed he will not break,
and a dimly burning wick he will not quench;
he will faithfully bring forth justice.
4 He will not grow faint or be crushed
until he has established justice in the earth;
and the coastlands wait for his teaching.
- Isaiah 42:1-4
May I live a of gentleness. May I live a life so that I do not even blow out the dimly burning wick of a candle. Spirit speak in my whispers. Lord, may I rest upon your upholding. Lord, may I know your delight.
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