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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Hungry Little Gods

What we believe—we become. How powerful we humans are; made in the image of God—little creators of calm and chaos, unaware of our inheritance, believing that we have God’s eyes instead of His ways. For a small god is still a god, and all gods hold the key. Hold tight to yours lest you forget your heritage, and wander aimlessly—forever afraid of being yourself—of walking alone.

You are connected to the invisible, that wide-open place of white-hot potential, where love whispers answers to your soul—if you will but hear them—great and transforming truths about your origin and destiny.

You are vast; yet you remain small, believing the gravitational pull of death and want, stale bread and dirty water—a prisoner of the grand illusion.

You tolerate your hunger, when you carry within yourself an invitation to a royal feast, prompting you to come and eat—gain strength, equipping you for the journey ahead.

I wonder at all things. All things! And sometimes I see a power within myself that takes my breath away. Circumstances teach me, challenge and wound me, yet there it is—a greatness that remains. It speaks from the smallest of places, drawing my attention from the shadows and ghosts—inspiring me to stand up in the middle of my frailties and believe the impossible.

How great thou art my friend the worm. How great thou art.

Sometimes, I experience stunning conviction, believing that my heart’s desires are my natural course—that my destination is programmed into my soul like a migratory bird—and that the important things hold a strength of their own; they can never fail me because they are laced, like shimmering threads of truth, throughout my being.

The things that I believe, I become—it seems like so much power for such a simple soul. But when I look to nature and see her generous metaphors all around me, I am thoroughly persuaded that the seeds of greatness are sown in ordinary soil.

26 comments:

Stephen Hayes said...

So many great words and thoughts, but that last one was the kicker: the seeds of greatness are sown in ordinary soil.

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

"How powerful we humans are; made in the image of God—little creators of calm and chaos, unaware of our inheritance, believing that we have God’s eyes instead of His ways."
How fortunate to be made in the likeness of our Creator; how we must wrestle with him over our egos that scream, "my way, not yours!"
Oh, what pride. Oh, what dead ends . . .
May we, through what He allows us to create, be a beacon that leads others to Him.
Your words, always, Leah, lead to inspiration, and point toward God.
Blessing always!

Andy David said...

Dear Leah,
Powerful words indeed. What we sow is what we reap. Nice photo! Thanks for sharing.

Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn...

JANU said...

Very profound and true. Experiencing the power of our thoughts now.

Julia said...

Whew. You always leave me without words--I probably always say this. But, it's true--you do. Just here with a full, full heart. This was such an absolutely beautiful, full-of-truth post, Leah. I loved every word.

"inspiring me to stand up in the middle of my frailties and believe the impossible."

"the important things hold a strength of their own; they can never fail me because they are laced, like shimmering threads of truth, throughout my being."

Serious, blown-away WOWS here.

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

Lovely and powerful, Leah.

Charmaine Clancy said...

Very strong writing. The world is an inspiring place.

Authentic Imperfection said...

Wow! Amen! And Ahhh. Fantastic image a feeling through out my friend.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Stephen. We all possess the seeds of greatness.

Leah Griffith said...

Martha, we do wrestle with our egos while we are here. I love that we can relax and let love find us and sustain us. Yes indeed girl!
Sending hugs!

Leah Griffith said...

Hey Andy! How's my poetry man? Thanks for popping in.
Love!

Leah Griffith said...

Janu, we all hold the key to the treasure chest!

Leah Griffith said...

Julia, thank you. I love how you get it. You stand right in the middle of my posts and meet me there.
Mutual Wows!

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Karen.

Leah Griffith said...

Charmaine, the world is an inspiring hands-on classroom holding such beauty and tragedy. It's all there to teach and inspire us if we wil but let it. Thanks for your presence and comment.

Leah Griffith said...

Sending hugs Authentic;)

Jan said...

Powerful, we do indeed reap what we sow. Love the last line,seeds of greatness are sown in ordinary soil and the photo to go with it is perfect.

Lois Hughes said...

You are a beautiful writer Leah. Lots of wonderful thoughts and ideas here.

melissa said...

There are so many great points here Leah and I'll be eating them one by one in the coming days :)

Maybe I'll start with the royal fest today. How often I refuse the banquet prepared for me not because I feel I'm not deserving but because I couldn't get rid of that old notion of mortifying myself.

I do miss many points but today I hit one :) I will embrace those gifts and take part in the feast :)

Debra said...

What we believe—we become. How powerful we humans are; made in the image of God—little creators of calm and chaos, unaware of our inheritance, believing that we have God’s eyes instead of His ways.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting,
The soul that rises with us,
Our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God who is our home
~ William Wordsworth
(from Ode. Intimations of Immortality)

Oh how we forget that we are made in the image and likeness of God. How we forget that we are divine creatures, celebrated by our maker. Celebrated! But how we forget when the world is too much with us, and when we become too much like the world - another cog in the machine.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Jan. We rarely see how powerful we are. Sometimes we give that power away...trade it in for rags. How sad.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you so much Lois. I love writing and life, and I'm so grateful to have both.

Leah Griffith said...

Melissa, you are such a loving soul. You shine like a star in the darkness...generous with your love and your words. Thank you for being here and listening.
Love!

Leah Griffith said...

Debra, that Wordsworth poem took my breath away. Wow! Thank you so much for sharing this, and your words also. Another cog indeed. We must continue to look up;)
Sending a huge hug your way Debra.

Tameka said...

This is a lesson we learn and have to re-tell ourselves as life's challenges creep in. I love the way you tell the truth of our souls Leah. Amazing. :-)

Leah Griffith said...

Yes Tameka, the re-telling of the truth centers us and sures us up, offering us encouragement to keep going...
Hugs to you, amazing Tameka.

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