—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (3 March, "His Commission to Us")
My sheepness and my individual prejudices are tightly linked. Headstrong and reckless, I have a tendency to ignore or outright disobey the Spirit of God within me. There are usually the nudges I need, yet I press on in my own direction, trying to live in the world as I think it ought to be rather than learning to live in the world that is. Reality isn't a compromise or a disappointment; it's a treasure to uncover and discover. If all things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose (and they do), my life has to be about figuring out how this is true. That's in the living, not the analysis, and it's in community with the rest of the sheep, not alone.
And a little headbutting is inevitable.
Lunch at The HoneyHole— second time, second time this week, second time in two days. Amazing sandwiches (yesterday was Chachi's Favorite, today was The Gooch). Yesterday mojitos were the drink special, and today it's lemon drops (I know this would make
Actually, that's not a bad mission for my life, is it?