God is really, really funny. His humor is divine. I’m telling this story today, and I’m telling it clearly and plainly. There is no channelling, symbolism, hidden vibration, or activations. It is just my story of a moment, today, that needs to be told.
In my prayer today I was a little testy. As everyone does from time to time, I was seeking direction. But I specifically qualified it, and bossed God around by demanding that His words be clear, without metaphor, and in words that I can understand. I really said that–out loud! And here’s where it got funny.
Only seconds into my meditative state, I saw a picture, very clearly, of a dessert. Honestly! What the heck? Suddenly I realized that the sumptuous plate was a traditional Italian dish made of cookies, marcarpone, cream, and chocolate garnish. It is caled Tiramisu, which translates to “pull me up” or “lift me up”. The joke hit me in an instant and I burst out laughing (again out loud). The dessert, and its name, was a brilliant metaphor for His message: “I’m not coming down to your level, instead I will teach you through metaphor because it is My way, and My ways are higher than your ways. But I will lift you up, closer to me, so you will understand my teachings.”
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord . Isaiah 55:8 KJVA
Why am I writing this, and why am I asking you you read it? I’m not exactly sure but what I do know is that each word I write, at this moment, feels like divine guidance. Each letter I type feels like the answer to my question–the question that brought me to my knees at the pre-dawn hour this morning.
Perhaps my words are really His words, and are exactly what someone needed to read today. Perhaps this entire event, which may seem trivial and unimportant to some, is a very important piece to a larger puzzle–that of purpose, works, and knowing God. Who knows? He knows, and that’s good enough for me. I stand humbled, awed, and grateful. Where do you stand?
With great love,
I woke up at 4am this morning and ask God to help me to go back to sleep. S’he did and I dreamed of having a brain tumor, horrible air travel, big beige houses, and avoiding people. I am still trying to figure it all out. I woke again at 8:30 am to a robo call reminding me of a Dr. appt next week.
God works in mysterious ways.
Hmmm. Should we analyze these metaphors? lol Maybe that’s my calling?