I have desired some real life fairy tales which haven’t happened.
And there are spiritual fairy tales I have desired. To be able to say: “Some one prayed for me, and the mathematical problem which has baffled me all my adult life: “How to eat less than I burn” was resolved, just like that.”
“I prayed for a baptism in creativity, and someone laid hands on me, and it was as if the floodgates of heaven opened, and all that grace and inspiration flowed, and I began to write as if God were dictating, and I wrote a book in a weekend.” (Or a week, or a month, or a year!)
“Oh, someone prayed for me, and then grumpiness–oh, it vanished. I became Little Miss Sunshine.”
Ah, brilliant fairy tales!
Haven’t happened to me. And one reason possibly is: oh how insufferable that would make me!
If all our weaknesses were taken away, just like that, we wouldn’t need God, would we?
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I have heard other people testify to these narratives, and who am I to doubt them? Because as far as I know, Jesus never refused anyone who asked him for healing. He seemed unable to keep his hands off them.
But healing comes in many ways. I am in the process of being healed.
And this is the way healing comes to me: Not in blaze, a sudden receiving of sight, but through daily leaning.
I have to ask for it every day. Have to kneel, collect it and eat it every day.
Take eat, this is my body, this is my grace, this is my love, Jesus says.
Like manna. Little flakes like frost on the desert floor (Ex 16:14). They appear each morning and are sufficient for the day (Ex 16:4). He who gathers extra finds he has no more the next day, but needs to come again with humility and dependence.
Manna: grace God gives us in our time of need.
Manna: grace for those who can’t do life without God. Manna to be eaten in your daily quiet times to remind us that man lives by every word from the mouth of God (Matt 4:4).
Eating manna. Eating Jesus. Eating his word.
Eating manna of grace, divine strength, through the day to remind me to bless my body in what I eat and drink, and how I exercise.
Eating manna through the day to remind me to use my words like pearls, carefully, thoughtfully, not foolishly venting, so I feel better and my listener feels worse.
Eating manna when weakened by the winds of emotional temptation—anger, fear, worry.
Eating the manna of faith against worry.
Eating the manna of surrender against anger.
Eating manna when I am tired, so I relax and open my mind to the eternal springs of creativity.
Grace like manna, given to us daily in our deserts. Grace to help us in our time of need. Just enough so that tomorrow we return to God needy and dependent again.