TIME IS NOT OF THE ESSENCE

It has become a comfort to me to read my notes in my "God Calling" and to see in black and white my journey of realization.

For instance, yesterday's note reads: "2005 - Today I realize the indwelling Christ...thank you." I added underneath that: "2018 - This morning, again a glimpse...thank you."

My comfort is that in that 13-year span, my realization of the indwelling Christ was growing, expanding, filling me from my toes to my nose without a conscious thought from my eyebrows up how or even if that was taking place.

Yet, in that time there were times innumerable that I relied on the indwelling Christ, that I surely walked, talked, showed forth...and, no doubt, cursed!...that indwelling Christ.

Yesterday, I posted about again realizing that which is within us is the hidey hole of God. It is our core, the indwelling Christ, in fact.

I note the material-world time-lapse. Thirteen years is no small amount of time but in our spiritual-growth time, it is the equivalent of a second. Hey...maybe that's how Methuselah could live a gazillion years and...was it Sarah?...could have a child at 100 plus years. Probably not even close, but I like it. It soothes my "How long, oh Lord?" impatience.

Thank you.