“In one sense we are always traveling, and traveling as if we did not know where we were going.
In another sense we have already arrived.
We cannot arrive at the perfect possession of God in this life, and that is why we are traveling and in darkness. But we already possess Him by grace, and therefore, in that sense, we have arrived and are dwelling in the light.
But oh! How far have I to go to find You in Whom I have already arrived!”
Seismic shifts in my heart.
I never thought this would happen to me. What the heck. Remind me sometime that it’s there are times when it is possible to go an entire day without an epiphany, in case I ever want to go back to those days. But it’s too late; I can’t go back. And really I never want to.
What is there to say really? Probably just what we all come to understand with a certain gravity: that grace upon grace has been given to me, that I need it all desperately, and that the more grace He gives the more apparent and shocking is my need for it. That’s about all.