Friday before Trinity Sunday. I think of you Father. God of all. Creator of heaven and earth. Creator of me. Creator of all life – past, present, future. Of all living things. You gave respect and dignity to every living and growing part of our universe. You brought us forth at the time you chose. I’m not a Hebrew woman in a desert, a pioneer walking across mountains, a jet-setter flying something in the future. I’m just me, here, now, experiencing life day by day – some very different from the next. As it was for your Son.
So often Lord we judge. I can see why you said we must forgive 70 x 7. The desire to be comfortable, satisfied, be known, recognized for efforts, understanding for difficulties others face, especially when their choices hit head on with ours. We are not slaves to each other; one is not superior to another but there is still an order within our world. So many are grasping for that one King to solve it all – like so long ago when the Israelites were not happy with no earthly king. They are blind once again to see the King is here in our hearts and minds and will direct our paths if we but would listen.
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit – the Trinity. Three divine persons in one. Very hard to conceive this thought; my mind wants logic and compares this to the earthly world in which I live. Yet you are here for me. You Son was there. And your spirit will always be here. Thank you for loving me, loving this world and please guide us ever more closely as we walk though the minefields of the enemy.