Saturday, April 9, 2011

Fire the Architect

There is a truth that God has etched upon my soul; it is love.

It is the seed of freedom that grows when I return to the divine wellspring with my empty vessel.

But I am so rarely empty.

I build God in my image or borrow blueprints from others.

Then, somewhere in the middle of the night, I realize it is all theory. Every last word.

And I am alone.

The walls that provided me with a sense of security have been abolished.

Just. Like. That.


In my aloneness I am empty.

Yet somehow this site of deconstruction, this demolition, is God's favourite place to dwell.

I have no ideas, no pictures, no manual.

But I now have space.

Space to be filled with What Is.

And I am.


Like a Child said...

Love this!

Anonymous said...

This is simply amazing. I love it. I would like permission to reprint this next week sometime on my blog? I think it speaks to faith so very perfectly. Thank you Michelle...what a talent you are!

Sandra said...


Michelle said...


And absolutely Sherry; that would be sweet!