The monumental approval in which I live is a bit like the nearby mountain that looms over my region.
You can live in sight of it. You can live in its shadow. You can live under it – in its very foothills. Or you could dig yourself in, and live right inside it.
In each case it would effect your world. I want to be entirely framed by it! Buried in it!
Getting a grip on this monumental approval is not a minor first step to something major. It is, in itself, huge, life-changing, transforming, mind-renewing. It came at the cost of a truly great life, and for the purposes of restoring intimacy – simply so that my Father and I can walk together in the garden in the cool of the evening. Just as he intended from the beginning of time.
Looking out from under the oak 1:47pm 6/2/2015