Stairways make my legs tired. In all of our going and doing and still we have to learn to climb. We have stairways of doing good and serving long. We have staircases of measuring up and expectations. In the Bible, Jacob saw a stairway from earth to heaven in a dream. He saw the angels went up and down a stairway. Again, stairs – I see WORK. What do you see? But this picture Jacob saw was of a person who would bridge the whole span of the universe to get to you and me.

I tell you the truth, you will all see heaven open and the angels of God going up and down on the Son of Man, the one who is the stairway between heaven and earth.

John 1:51

ADVENT – The coming One who made a stairway to heaven for me.

I am one of those people who follows time:

I feel the need to be on time

To get it all done on time

I ask for the time I need to get it done

When the deadline is ringing in my ears that is when I start running, striving, and reaching.

This is when what ever is in the way may get run over.

Sadly I have memories of little hands reaching but I didn’t stop to lift them instead my task list had to be done. That pull in me to get it done, to accomplish what I set out to do is so strong. I have found that this pushing leaves a wake of regret, sadness, and empty space in my heart. Space where missed moments with those I love and missed moment with my King belonged. I have forgotten so many times ….t I know that when I slow …..to….see….Him….here in the now, holiness opens up to me. In that place the curtain that covered my eyes is lifted, and every moment glistens with grace and I stop trying to build my own stairway.

Little faces that smile stop me still just so I can look long.

Birds in the air flying in sync cause me to stop and awe.

Mist on the water that is icing over pulses a sense of wonder in my veins.

The HOLY becomes visible when I slow….down….to….rest..and..be…..still.

Jesus Christ that stairway He became to take me like an escalator up into the heavens. I don’t have to work my way up. I just have to be still and He takes me on from glory to glory.

He Has Made The Way For US!

Journal this or at least ponder and lift your thoughts to God:

How does time push you? In what way to you try to build your own stairway? Take 3 mins to sit in silence and be still.

All is grace,

Starla