Posted In: #blueflame47blog Written on April 25, 2020.
Here on our little hilltop, this week’s days have been neatly nestled between sun rays and drops of rain. As beams have beckoned, I have been porch placed, planting my Hope Garden in collected containers. When sky falls, I’ve tucked myself into my rocker nearby and read Psalm 119 (a portion of counting the Omer).
As cloud eclipsed sun, I entered this psalm’s portion (Psalm 119:25) that says:
My souls clings to the dust, revive me according to your word.
Surrounded by burgeoning spring and serenaded by softly splashing rain, I let my finger trace the path of those words. I realized soil was still settled between flesh and nail and that He was just beginning a foraging within me; that I might discover the delight of dust.
The Lord formed man from dust of the ground and breathed into nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul. Genesis 2:7
In the origin words, this is not just a scattering of soil. “Aphar adamah” or “the dust of soil” is fertile land. Life producing. This is not that which the enemy was cursed and confined to; specks of decay and debris. No, this is the soil from which the sands of the seashore and stars of story are spun.
We are descendants of the begun. Loose dirt brought from fallow to flourishing, from the beginning.
Bible closed, I went to borders of days gone. Days when glory dust would balance upon my hands and move my heart to His. Gold dust. I see that name differently, quite immediately. For maybe dust with a gold hue is most simply a reminder of the dust that formed us. The particles perfect with Heaven’s harmony. Breezy with His breath. Before the fall.
Aphar is found in ‘ayin-pei-resh.” Mind. Body. Spirit. This is that from which we are formed.
In our genesis there are two formings, ‘yetser ha-tov’ and ‘yetser-ha-ra’. They define the deliberate actions of a potter or artist. One that fashioned for a purpose and placed us purposely.
‘Yetser ha-tov’ means “for the purpose of heavenly direction” while ‘yetser ha-ra’ means “an earthly pull.” Here we are, a divine intersection. Connectors between the natural and spiritual worlds. Bridges between the ordinary and extraordinary. The marriage of two realities; what was and what is to come.
In this sweet sabbath still and stirring, I think He wants to show us once more what is true of us. Maybe He is inviting us to resurrection for the life we have not yet lived. We may experience some momentary discomfort if we cry out for reviving, revival. For He will stretch us to live from His life. To live in a way that says we are satisfied with our Savior. But the stretching of us reveals there is more to us.
We may be called to the mystery of wide open spaces towards the width of the way. His ways. Deep digging will stir up the dust of our hearts and reveal if we seek Him first. In all things. In everything.
We are not planets spinning in the vastness of space, speaking His order from the cosmos. No, we are of the earth, the home of His living wonder, delight and awe. We are invited to stick around and gets our hands dirty, as we calm chaos. To walk dusty roads while searching the stars. And then wash each other’s feet. To dwell in the place where He is working out His purposes. He has set us where we can best learn to wield His will.
It isn’t necessary for me to understand all His ways in order to express His will. To live it. To be bold enough to seek His revival every day. Dust clung. Word wrung.
There is a word that originated each of us. It was whispered into the dust of home from His heart. First breath birthed our first beat and fastened us to two places. Heaven and here.
At the fall we lost the capacity to truly allow the heart of Pappa to dwell in us, but Jesus resurrected it.
How you turn things upside down! – Is the potter not better than the clay, Does something formed say of its maker, “He didn’t make me”? Isaiah 29:16
‘Chomer’ is the Hebrew word for clay and means “mortar for holding building stones together.”
As we behold Him, the world is held. Stone and mortar. He is the foundation of us. We are the fabric of Him. We can choose to no longer lean towards worst case scenarios. He is, after all, the God of the living. And we are the animated breath of Him. Potter’s clay. Artist’s canvas. Masterpieces for these moments. Compasses with Heaven’s directions to pull earth towards Him. All inhabitants towards Him, our habitation.
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