#thewriting

by A Tired Soul

apply apply apply yourself,  app yourself crap yourself do you really know yourself? check the box to apply  did you remember?  what have you done? who have you been?  did anyone see you there?  Check the box to confirm Check the box if you agree if you exist  if you are certain are you sure?  We will need your references.  how well do they really know you?  the real you?  did they wait with you in the darkness of your worst moment?  tell us about a time you tore your heart in two through indecision  was it enough?  did you regret it?  Check the box if you agree  Check the box if you wallow in regret  did you apply yourself?  have you ever really applied yourself? will you ever be enough for us?  walk us through your weaknesses  let us know just where to twist  the following questions are for Equality and Fairness  Where does shame twist in your gut?  include any relevant childhood memories in your response how would you categorise yourself when you break yourself down into small enough pieces for consumption do you choke when everything about you fits  neatly in our box,  when we put you on display check what we have taken from you if there is anything left if you are worth our consideration if you deserve to continue To apply for this position Attach a perfect reflection Check the box have you ever been enough?  Your application has been recorded.  do not contact us

I just love those differentiations of all the peoples belief: the we whose hearts melted, the spies she’s speaking to & of, God who is yours & more than being mine too, He is. Her own belief inside is being confessed, but it moves out of her in into the frighteningly big eternity.

So similarly personal like Ruth’s more known declaration, but not so in the that linear individual approach to that same substance. Ruth says in Ruth 1:16, "Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go, & where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, & your God my God."

Like a single horizontal acknowledgement, a covenant to Naomi, leads her toward Him. Whereas Rahab phrasing of it seems a chord flung out & up in front of her, over the two spies whose hearts own melting spoke to hers, & the acknowledgement is caught by God in the cosmos. Ruth is clinging. Rahab is accepting. One leaves with. One stays behind. It's the same following.