Message in a Bottle

As a child, I loved mysteries and a favorite were stories of a beach walker finding a message in a bottle washed up foggy and chipped.  I could see it, half buried by sand, words from someone far away as they wrote, rolled, inserted their heart on paper, then sealed and threw as hard as they could, releasing something of themselves into the deep.  A silent cry.

The finder holds it, fingerprints mixing with the prints of the author, and treats it gently.  The message may be from centuries past or from someone still hoping to be found, waiting for rescue, eyes always watchful for recovery.

We are like these bottles.  We have things written inside that hurt, are desperate, truth mixed with lies, and we so want to be found.  We hear someone coming, but resist even the very life rope required for breath.  We finally release the weak to grab the strong with both hands… we find ourselves scooped up in a Grace-hold by the best Heart Wrestler ever.  Words from a hymn echo in ears…

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me –

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind, but now I see.

Hearing the sound now of His heartbeat within ours, feeling the blanket of His presence, we learn to lean and remain there.  Saved, rescued, the sozo of life come to us, and we feel amazed at how He loves. Amazed at how He removes the messages we’ve cried out, and answered each one.  Amazed at grace that sets us on our feet to learn to follow Him, dressed in new white linen for the Kingdom son or daughter.  And everything becomes different, new.

Today I am thankful for the grace-gifts…

Restoration from small and large pain…

Knowing I am seen by Him…

A cup of tea on a rainy afternoon quiet…

A call from someone wanting walking directions to Freedom…

Testimony of a friend who chose to make it public, more about Jesus than about her shame – and He lifts it off…

God-grace to give respect and honor to the aged in my life…

Pain that moves me to action…

Voices, laughter in the family house…

A wounded dove, healed to fly again, seeing her soar…

“I’m thanking you, God, out in the streets, singing your praises in town and country. The deeper your love, the higher it goes; every cloud’s a flag to your faithfulness. Soar high in the skies, O God! Cover the whole earth with your glory! And for the sake of the one you love so much, reach down and help me—answer me!”  ~Psalm 108:3-6 MSG

(c) Robin Lawrimore, May 2012

Linking with others today who post the grace-gifts.

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4 thoughts on “Message in a Bottle

  1. Beliefs of the Heart

    Robin,

    As a kid, I too loved mysteries, and somehow (mysteriously!) the search for mystery dissipated.

    Thanks for this post; I especially love this line: Hearing the sound now of His heartbeat within ours, feeling the blanket of His presence, we learn to lean and remain there.

    That’s what I want.

    Like

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