And then I realized-- I can't have this life.
Every once in a while, in prayer, or church or study, or just thinking about Jesus, I get this glimpse of something. I can't describe what it is. It's a vision of my future, of what my future could be any way, and it is....amazing.
It's risky, and dangerous, and out there, and it takes every thing I have, everything I'll ever have.
I don't really know what it is--I mean, I've got no particulars. No where. No when. No what, really. The only thing I know is that it is not the perfect life, it's not the nice life. It's not a pretty house with perfectly color-coordinated pillows. It is a life in the wild. Life on the very edge of God's provision-- you know that edge where you've given everything for Jesus, left nothing for yourself, and are just waiting on the miracle. Because without the miracle, you're gonna free-fall.
I so want to be on that edge. I was made for it, I know that now.
God has been dragging me from place to place for so long. I'm starting to see.
My body wants comfort-- wants the beautiful home, and the pillows. My soul wants rugged and wild and radical glory for God.
Lord, show me. Show me where to start.
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