Down to Earth
DOWN TO EARTH
Let Your wind blow over me.
If you rip me down 1,000 feet, I know I will still be “me”.
Rub the dust between your fingers.
It will be the same elemental dirt, just a different stature: humble.
Perhaps I will be better.
I will be more level headed,
more “down to earth”
softened and pliable
Even if it hurts and cuts and tears away,
make me in to the mold You intended long ago,
not what I have formed with my own might or intellect.
All I have conjured and built was for nothing – a piling on to the authentic self.
I have made an immovable mess.
Whatever necessary, rip away.
'For the mountains shall depart And the hills be removed, But My kindness shall not depart from you, Nor shall My covenant of peace be removed,' says the Lord, who has mercy on you.
There are so many things that can be taken in our lives. Let’s not lean on them too heavily; but be mindful enough to enjoy them.
Let’s not crush what we were meant to gently hold.
Conducting is like holding a small bird. If you hold on too tightly you crush it. If you hold it too loosely it flies away.
– Sir Collin Davis
Let our identity, who we are, lean heavily into Christ: giving us gentle hands for those we love and the things we presently have.