Invited. Called. Time to Get Wet.
We’ve been listening. We have. What are the voices that we hear in our inner self? We’ve begun to filter out the voices that accuse us. We’ve listened more deeply to the voices that invite us and call us forward. We’ve stood on the banks for a few weeks now, trying to discern, trying to differentiate those voices.
We’ve begun to realize which gifts we are using and which are lying neglected. We’ve opened ourselves to the risky thoughts of who we might be if all our gifts were in play. We’ve even dared to look at the gaps in our lives, the empty places waiting to be filled.
We might have an inkling now of our calling. We might not know what it looks like, but we have a sense of its characteristics, what it needs to be.
We are ready to enter the Living Stream.
We thought our calling would be a boat on which we sailed safely downstream. Fishers of men retain all the power, right? Safely in our little boats.
We tried it that way. The boat was scary. Not much fishing going on. That stream moves fast. We were carried away. There were rocks everywhere. Hopes dashed, out of control. Something is wrong here.
And now, dripping wet and back on the banks, we are thinking there must be another way. A way that seems riskier and leads us deeper, but is somehow more right. More peaceful. More life-giving.
And then it dawns on us. We are being invited to step into the Living Stream. Just wade in and stand there, listening to the water burbling around us, feeling its rush, watching the reflections, seeing the leaves that drift by, and paying especial attention to the leaves that gather against our thighs. And most of all, being nourished by the cool, clear water.
Riskier, yes. But deeper and more right. More peaceful. More life-giving.
This is where we begin our calling. By placing ourselves in the Living Stream and allowing it to come to us, filling us, enticing us, carrying us within it.
This week, step into the Living Stream.