As I have found myself without deliberation, without focus and priority. I find myself, like a bread that didn’t rise.

I find myself all flour but no fluff.

A slush puppy machine that’s spinning, but isn’t ready.

What I am churning hasn’t had its time to thicken. It hasn’t had it’s time to solidify.

Like a virgin who turns up to the wedding party, but she let the oil run dry.

And I am so aware of how daily our God is.

And yet for days, I was sleep walking; sleep talking through life’s days. In a state of deep sleep, so deep that I had forgotten what it really meant to be awake.

Daddy I’m sorry for sleeping in too long, I’m sorry for not waking when your alarm started to ring, how did I miss it? Did I just keep hitting the snooze?

Did I keep pushing and pushing and saying “Not yet! I’m not ready to wake up.”

Did I get so lost in a dream state of life that I forgot the real life.

Did I only see the world that my two eyeballs can see?

Or will I decide to open my eyes to see what is unseen.

Oh slush, prepare yourself in good timing, this is your call! Come forth virgin with your oil, come forward with your flame!

This is the hour of preparation, this is the time to prepare.

Harvest is coming.

Harvest is coming!

Do you want to collect? Do you want 12 baskets overflowing?

Then you had better sow those little fish 🐟 🐟 and loaves.

2 Corinthians 4:18

¹⁸ So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.

John 6:9 & 13

9‘Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?’

13 So they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over by those who had eaten.