“The magic of another day.”
The magic of another day, the Wind in my sails. I stroll the deck of this vessel and I find peace. If the Wind don’t move then neither do I, but therein lies the magic! Powered by the Wind.
I stroll to the back of the ship where the man-made motor use to be. I decided I didn’t need it anymore. Too noisy. Too arrogant. Too much about me. They thought me crazy when I dropped it to the ocean floor, but I wanted the magic! Is it too much to ask for a life that is magical?
The oars are gone too. I get enough exercise in the cleaning, maintaining, and sailing of this ship. And if I’m not working then I’d rather be fishing anyway. Give me the magic!
The magic of another day walking in Spirit, steps ordered of the Lord, it is well with my soul. I look to the bright white sails billowing overhead and they are full of the magic. Heaven’s breath fills this vessel. The stars will be out soon and I will listen, to hear what they speak. There is a warrior in the night sky known as Orion, with his sword and his bow. His body is the hour glass flipped over and releasing the grains of the last hour?
I hear God asking, If a day is as a thousand years and a thousand years as a day with Me, then how long is an hour? Have we entered the last hour? Forty four years pass on earth and God says it has been but an hour? Magical!
If I live another hour in God’s time, I’ll be 108 my time? Wow. I don’t remember exactly what an hour with God is, because God did ask me that over a year ago, and then pointed to June of 2020. I’m thinking I figured it to be 42 or 44 years. I don’t remember for sure. Interesting.
And so my ship sails another day powered only by the Wind, as the world begins crawling out of her shell to face her last hour? Will it be magical? I am inspired. How about you? Live in the magic if you will. Drop the motor, burn the oars, set the sails!
Path Without End 