mejor que el Vino...

I find myself in motion to a place I barely know, finally tasting a freedom from a web I never fully understood. This motion is sweet and beckons me to embrace it. I know it will be better than the finest wine, a place where I can resonate with a reality that few taste. Many would ask to what end? I simply know it to be good and true. It is caught somewhere between a leap of faith and a dream I feel the Spirit would have for this life of mine. Mine, yet not.

It's been so real to me lately how temporal so many of our "christian" fads are. In short, much of it has become jargon to me. All the same, the truth of Christ which I've heard thousands of times over has not grown to be like jargon. The essence of it still rings loudly in my soul. And yet, softly. I've seen the kingdom move as of late. I feel like God has used me in its moving. I've also messed up a lot. Pleasing the spirit or pleasing the flesh. It's a day to day, hour to hour, second to second struggle.

It's totally worth it.