diary of a prayer

dear God, i didn't expect to be here. have long resisted the idea. melbourne was more than a figment. a mere holiday destination. sometimes, a needed reunion. then again, it happened only at tarrawarra. grace touches you at an unknown hour and the road widened, with every gateway falling away. the more i walked and explored, the more tangible the thought became. confirming your quiet call. leading on. courage received. one season of uncertainty and the rich fullness of another three. an awaited arrival. complete the harvest, now. a return home to grace. everything i hold in my hand.

this kingdom you described is not some abstract palace in the sky. it is life, given and gifted to me. in full and humble recognition of your footprints, our journeying, yours' beside mine. i remember your mercy Lord and the love you have shown from of old. do not remember the straying paths of my youth, but in your love, remember me. psalm 25

Jesus said, 'This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the land. Night and day, while he sleeps, when he is awake, the seed is sprouting and growing; how, he does not know. Of its own accord the land produces first the shoot, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. And when the crop is ready, at once he starts to reap because the harvest has come.'

mark 4: 26-29