I have been sick all weekend. Cancelled plans and all. And as I sit in bed at 8pm about to shut down lights and technology in the hope of waking up better for the Monday morning start, I am listening to a song…
“You are the one thing that I need, You are the one thing that I need.”
I haven’t written in a while, (which was not my plan in the last post I wrote I know) I haven’t really been able to get out of my head everything that has changed or moved since September. But above all else that has changed and adapted in those few months these lyrics could define them.
I am realising more and more than there is one thing above all else that I need and that is God. It is Jesus. It is time with him, spent sitting waiting on him. It is not a new revelation but it feels like an urgent one. One where I know more now than before that I really truly need it.
I don’t think we necessarily ever leave seasons of being molded but for sure Isaiah 64:8 is ringing in my ears over everything right now.
“And yet, o Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.“
With each new week I can feel myself being stretched and pulled in the best of ways: the way a potter throws his clay around, making it the right texture before molding it… in the way that you know everything will feel different in 6 months.
Currently my brain feels full of cotton wool but at some point maybe I will try and put together the words to explain everything that has been going on in my head.