Pulling My Spiritual Weeds

Ambitious as I was this morning, the weather quickly hampered my intents to weed my garden, plot out the fall vegetables, and coerce my son into mowing the lawn.  The steady onslaught of rain redirected us to some much needed prayer and play time.  The Lord said, "pull some of your spiritual weeds, daughter, the others can wait."

I am so blessed to share these days with my mother, a beacon of light to me during so many of the storms of my life - not as the steady light of a flashlight shining to make clear and definite my path, pointed in the direction I should like to go, but as the light of a lighthouse that fades into and out of view, so focused and concentrated that its light guides me through the most perilous storms to safe harbor.  But in my heart I know she is not that light, Jesus is.  Rather, she is the lens so perfectly designed, composed of multiple panes (pains) of glass fashioned from her own fiery fabrication, meant to strengthen His light and be illumination to other wayward children.

After a particularly wonderful prayer time, mom opened the Bible, as she often does giving the Lord His own voice, to Isaiah 26.  We've been discussing of late (and I'd love to have you all add to this discussion) whether the kingdom of God began physically and spiritually with the destruction of Jerusalem in AD 70 or just spiritually, with the physical yet to manifest after the time of the Gentiles (Luke 21:24) be fulfilled.  Both make sense to me.  I think that we think in time linearly - beginning here, ever marching forward to the end, when I think it is more like a graph with all points culminating at zero - absolute zero as my sister Leanne puts it, with Christ being that point - the beginning and the end.  Well, I can't even grasp that; my mind gets too bogged down.  But I would like to hear your views.