I am most enthralled with this world when meanings collide in completely separate events. I get a glimpse of God working, even if, in large part, it is on me.
Thanks for being such a detail person, I wrote to my friend, so sincere in my compliment.
She heard it through her filter of wounds and wondered at my meaning. In no way could I hear my words as anything but a compliment but respected her young hearing and prayed for continued healing of her heart.
Those lyrics you shared, I told this person, if they are meant for her, then they would doubly apply to me. Is that what you think? My nonchalant voice masked my pending hurt.
He explained how he heard the song and it wasn't even on the same planet of meaning. It had nothing to do with her or me.
Funny how our filters direct our life. Like a stoplight, saying go to harmful meaning, stop to the good stuff.
When meanings collide in the space of a few hours, I can bet God is at work.
My young friend and I sounded the alarm of our hearts and asked for the truth of the situation to be clarified. That's when God at work is most fruitful--we both made progress in our hearing and our filters take a step toward repair.
The stoplight is better directed by truth and love.
Check your filters. Keep the traffic of your heart moving in a God direction.
