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Children of God are COGS in Something Turning, 27JAN
More and more I appreciate that the Lord reminds me that He has each of us in His plans, that we are “COGS in something turning” – as Joni Mitchell sings…. We are cogs in the machinery of the Lord’s inner workings. We are part of His plans and we are requested to help get all Children Of God back to His garden, actually to His new Garden… In order to get there ourselves, we best start walking with the Lord. HE KNOWS THE WAY!
Regardless of any lyric interpretation, WE ARE CHILDREN OF GOD. We are part of His plans. “We are stardust” God’s VERY GOOD dust…
My thought while driving last night (after my 3rd church event of the day) stopped me in my tracks. I was playing with letters in my head, staying awake, as I continued a thought about starting a work prayer small group, and what could we call it on the work calendar that would be memorable and yet safe in “secular speak”… People Of Expanding Faith? POEF? Children Of God, C-O-G. Cogs… COGS!!!!! That play on letters stopped me instantly, how does God do that? Hit my brain just so? It’s because we ARE cogs in something turning, and our praying and listening and making the connections is what He needs, our thought are populated from Him oiling our gears… and us oiling them too so the Holy Spirit can start working.
I feel to be a cog in something turning… you know life IS for learning.
I thank the Lord for this small reminder, that he takes the time for me, gives me insights of how I am blessed to be “geared up” for His work.
We all can be “geared up” for His Purposes…. I KNOW busyness is not our role but participating in the Lord’s Business is our job…
To be a cog in something turning, the Lord is oiling our gears, I pray everyone is blessed in their work thru Him for Him.
We are all Children Of God. We need to walk and come alongside the walk of others too… be part of the movement…
Cogs in something turning – God’s plans.
That’s us. Gears moved by faith not by sight.
Amen
Joni Mitchell – Woodstock – Live 1970:
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm
I’m going to join in a rock ‘n’ roll band
I’m going to camp out on the land
I’m going to try an’ get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe it’s the time of man
I don’t know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil’s bargain
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Debbie Upper 