To me, written scriptures can seem a bit stodgy – especially after having had people shove their pasty-stale versions of meaning down my gullet, force-feeding me.
However, Mathew 6:33 appeals to me in a new way, like a fresh bit of verdant scenery.
In my quest to find my “right path” and acquire my true life partner, I feel as if I keep getting thwarted.
I do not need to be lectured about how “God has plans for me.” I am the type to say, “Get your hands off of me!”
But, in this moment as I write, seeing the clock turn to 6:33pm and looking up possible meaning, happening upon this writing just when I was feeling a certain yearning is as if the message has spoken to me.
Perhaps God and I are becoming more congruent.
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