Abiding with Adonai

The word of the Lord came to Jeremiah.  The word was the affirming of the anointing over his life.  Before Jeremiah was formed in the womb of His mother, God knew Him.  But not just knew Him.  He knew the innermost parts of Him. He knew his tendencies, his sin cycles, the darkest parts of him.  But yet the word of the Lord came to him.  He didn't withhold the calling on his life because of his shortcomings.  He was appointed before he knew he was appointed.  He was called before he ever heard the calling.  But when hearing what he was called too, Jeremiah doubted.  He did not doubt God.  It wasn't a doubt of God..  He believed that God had the authority to call anyone. But the doubt came from within.  Jeremiah saw the anointing. He heard the calling.  But when he stood face to face in the mirror he saw a young boy.  Unequipped.  Not ready. I get that.  I'm not scared because I'm young.  I'm scared ...

There is this tree right outside my house.  It's so close that Its branches actually touch the front window of the house.  When it's windy, it beats against the window.  It actually can be pretty loud if a strong enough gust comes through.  And to be honest, I actually find a lot of comfort in that sound.  Not because it's pleasing to my ears, or the rhythm of the beating against the window has a nice melody. But because that tree is my go to when chalking up a sound I hear in the house.  Honestly noises that don't even make sense to be attributed to that tree, I sometimes do anyway. It's convenient. When I'm home alone and I hear a moving sound? it's the tree. When I hear a scratch, I think to myself, “it's just the branches”.  And although the comfort I find in blaming the tree feels good at the moment, I can't help but think, what if there was an intruder in my home? What if those moving sounds were actually someone who had broken into my home an...