Vapors that Cover
A cup of tea sits in waiting for a presence of the intentional time. It sits still as the taker slowly sips and chews, in bubbling ponder, on the meat from the word. The tea cannot be drank too quickly or the taker will be met with startled distraction and not absorbed peace. You see as we sit with the tea we also sit with HIM. In meditation and in worship we sit and listen…sit and say…sit and be. As we do, our vapors of praise rise to the ceiling of the sky, above the smoke and the clouds. They hover there and wait in their purpose of hallelujahs, pleas, and prayers. They hover, still simmering and waiting to rain down on the new vegetation. They become the frost which nourishes the new fruits because of the presence in the waiting. Are you so filled because of the time you've made to sit and meditate? So filled that in your meditation you’ve made space for the vapors to be released unto the one? In doing so you faithful friend, you’ve poured out His love without ev...