Sunday, June 10, 2018

Perfume Everything, April 20 2018

Jesus, permeate my room. Perfume everything. I want You to reek in every picture, pencil, sweater, book. I want everything I have to declare You as Lord. Everything to have something real, wholly thingy, and unmistakably devoted about it. Let nothing be out of place. Let everything be holy. If I can give it all away, piecemeal, let it carry You like seeds on the wind. Keep declaring Your lordship over all of creation.

It felt so good to crouch barefoot in the cold, damp earth this morning. It WAS cold. My toes went numb. And the wind was raw, but the sun (when it appeared) was ameliorating. I planted cilantro, red lettuce, and chard. Next to the basil. It was a really remarkably good day. 

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