Honestly?
I'm not entirely sure where this is going today. This is a spilling out of some of my muddled thoughts. Trying to put some pieces together. Aching to make sense. But it may make no sense to whoever happens to be reading. At this moment, I am writing because I simply need to write.
Something. Anything.
Because there is so much inside crying out to be released. To be opened to the world. To be heard and to connect with some other heart.
Because I'm on a journey of so many unanswered questions and I'm wrestling and it's messy, like ink spilled all over the page, but writing helps me think.
Because maybe I need the accountability of writing something that someone will read, writing even when I think I have nothing to say, writing if only just to write.
Because it's time to probe the dark recesses of my mind and begin to form art from what lies dormant there, whether rational or irrational. Something inside me is screaming to write. It is time to stop pushing that something down and burying it under concrete chunks of doubt, fear, laziness, and this crazy whirl of life. Maybe nothing makes sense now. Maybe few will read or understand. But someday something is going to click. Someday the message the world needs to hear will come out. God has put in me a fire that I ignore and squelch at my own peril. I still don't know what He wants me to do with it. But I have to do something.
And so I write. If you are still hanging with me, dear reader, thank you for being so gracious. Maybe these wanderings of my soul will connect with another soul today. And maybe not. Perhaps it will simply be the uncapping of a fountain that has been stopped up for too long. It is clogged with dirt and dead leaves. It may take some doing and a great deal of time, but the more the thoughts flow, the cleaner it will come out. Eventually something of worth will be released.
So here you are. Welcome to my mind. I invite you to eavesdrop on the honest grappling of my heart with God today.
King Jesus, You are victorious! You have overcome the world, death, and the enemy of our souls.
So rip away the illusion in which I live.
Show me how to open my eyes. Show me how to see.
Help me let go.
I'm living in the Shadow Lands, held captive by illusions of my own greatness and yet, inexplicably intertwined, those also of my worthlessness. Trapped in my own mind. Bound by the entitlement complex. Taken in by whispered delusions of the enemy. Deceived into a ravenous desire for my own kingdom and glory.
But the kingdom and glory are Yours.
They have never been mine to attain.
Without You.....I am nothing.
Yet Your love chose to make me worth everything You had to give.
Your grace chose to make me a daughter of the Kingdom.
Your goodness allows me to play a part in Your story.
So show me the way to Surrender. This letting go of who I think I am and what I think I need and what I believe keeps me safe. This stepping out of my delusional boat of control and security to walk on water with You. This living in Your reality....it is otherworldly.
What I see without faith is only two-dimensional. Cloaked in shadow.
Jesus, Your reality is 3D! It is more real than I have ever imagined. And it is there for any who would see with eyes of light. Full of light, liberty, and life in abundance!
This is Your kingdom. This is my destiny.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Little Brother Tales
And now.....a little inspiration from the world of Justin!
Justin is my youngest brother. My little buddy. He just turned 9 years old! He loves his immense toy car collection, his sandbox, the trampoline, Bible stories, playing soccer in the house, yogurt with frozen blueberries, green smoothies, hugs, tickling, and being silly. He is also specially designed with Down Syndrome.
Did I mention that Justin loves Bible stories? More specifically, he loves to act out Bible stories. He is a natural little character. One of his favorite games to play with his siblings is acting out his favorite Bible stories on the trampoline. David and Goliath, Joseph and his brothers, Mary and Joseph go to Bethlehem, Joshua and the walls of Jericho, Peter and John healing the lame man.....the list goes on. As a part of his daily school routine, Justin reads, watches, and sometimes performs Bible stories with Mom.
With the delightful simpleness of a little child, Justin accepts these stories as the truth they are, and he figures, if something worked for Jesus, it ought to work the same for Justin! Hence the interaction to follow.
This account took place recently on a wet day following some severe thunderstorms. Mom and Justin had come home from town and were in the process of getting lunch when the lights flickered. Justin immediately became concerned and asserted that they should turn off the lights and bring out the candles! In a little bit, the lights flickered again and went out for a minute, then came back on. Now Justin really thought it better to turn them all out, and he went off to find a large flashlight. Since it was the middle of the day, Mom and Alana assured him there was no need of a flashlight. Suddenly, the electricity cut off again, and this time it stayed off! And Justin had a brilliant idea. "I am Jesus!" he declared, "I will calm it!" He turned in the direction of the lights and said, "Calm down!" When nothing happened, he said, "Stomping will help!" and proceeded to stomp around on the floor. Of course that brought no results. Mom began explaining that there are some things we can't do without electricity, but there is still plenty we can do, since it is the middle of the day and there is enough daylight. When she told him he could still play the piano, he said, "The piano will help!" He marched over to the piano and mashed both hands down on the low notes! Unfortunately, this did not work either.
A short time later, as the family sat in the living room talking, Justin's mind lit up! "I got it! My brother David! David can fix it!" Apparently David can do anything. But apparently he wasn't in the vicinity, so no luck there.
In time, the lights came on, and Justin proclaimed, "It's a miracle!"
At bedtime, Justin wanted to pray about the "lecticity". So he and Mom said thank you to God for turning on the electricity so they could have lights, and cook supper, and use water, and wash dishes, and wash clothes, and flush the toilet!
I don't know if this story strikes you with the same hilarity it did me. But oh, to have such simple, straightforward faith in the power of Jesus for today's everyday challenges, and the joyful delight in everyday "miracles", like electricity! Justin has no concept of impossibility. What a way to live! After all, we know the God who makes everything possible!
Justin is my youngest brother. My little buddy. He just turned 9 years old! He loves his immense toy car collection, his sandbox, the trampoline, Bible stories, playing soccer in the house, yogurt with frozen blueberries, green smoothies, hugs, tickling, and being silly. He is also specially designed with Down Syndrome.
Did I mention that Justin loves Bible stories? More specifically, he loves to act out Bible stories. He is a natural little character. One of his favorite games to play with his siblings is acting out his favorite Bible stories on the trampoline. David and Goliath, Joseph and his brothers, Mary and Joseph go to Bethlehem, Joshua and the walls of Jericho, Peter and John healing the lame man.....the list goes on. As a part of his daily school routine, Justin reads, watches, and sometimes performs Bible stories with Mom.
With the delightful simpleness of a little child, Justin accepts these stories as the truth they are, and he figures, if something worked for Jesus, it ought to work the same for Justin! Hence the interaction to follow.
This account took place recently on a wet day following some severe thunderstorms. Mom and Justin had come home from town and were in the process of getting lunch when the lights flickered. Justin immediately became concerned and asserted that they should turn off the lights and bring out the candles! In a little bit, the lights flickered again and went out for a minute, then came back on. Now Justin really thought it better to turn them all out, and he went off to find a large flashlight. Since it was the middle of the day, Mom and Alana assured him there was no need of a flashlight. Suddenly, the electricity cut off again, and this time it stayed off! And Justin had a brilliant idea. "I am Jesus!" he declared, "I will calm it!" He turned in the direction of the lights and said, "Calm down!" When nothing happened, he said, "Stomping will help!" and proceeded to stomp around on the floor. Of course that brought no results. Mom began explaining that there are some things we can't do without electricity, but there is still plenty we can do, since it is the middle of the day and there is enough daylight. When she told him he could still play the piano, he said, "The piano will help!" He marched over to the piano and mashed both hands down on the low notes! Unfortunately, this did not work either.
A short time later, as the family sat in the living room talking, Justin's mind lit up! "I got it! My brother David! David can fix it!" Apparently David can do anything. But apparently he wasn't in the vicinity, so no luck there.
In time, the lights came on, and Justin proclaimed, "It's a miracle!"
At bedtime, Justin wanted to pray about the "lecticity". So he and Mom said thank you to God for turning on the electricity so they could have lights, and cook supper, and use water, and wash dishes, and wash clothes, and flush the toilet!
I don't know if this story strikes you with the same hilarity it did me. But oh, to have such simple, straightforward faith in the power of Jesus for today's everyday challenges, and the joyful delight in everyday "miracles", like electricity! Justin has no concept of impossibility. What a way to live! After all, we know the God who makes everything possible!
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Something To Hold On To
Hi friends. It's been too long. I have no excuses for not writing. Only that my heart has not been in it. Inspiration has escaped me. And rather than working to develop the muscle for writing, I have allowed it to atrophy.
I don't have a lot to say today, but I decided that writing a little bit is better than writing nothing. And it makes for easier reading!
I just listened to a message from Seeing Grace ministries by James Barron. He preached about the simplicity of Christ, reading from the book of Colossians where we see that everything begins and ends with Christ, and He fills all. The Gospel is all Jesus. He made the point that reality is a person. That person is Christ. If you have died and been raised with Christ, He is now your reality. We are to fix our eyes not on what we can see, but on what is unseen. The unseen realm of Christ and His kingdom is more real than this world we can see. It is more real than all of our visible circumstances and pain and problems and pleasures.
If you could get inside my head, you would quickly figure out that I have a disconnect when it comes to reality. I am a child of God. My real identity is in Him. But lately I've been tangled up in the enemy's lies about who I am. I've been so focused on my own feelings and my failure to measure up and my own shortsighted perspective on life that I can't see past my own nose. I engage far more easily and frequently in virtual reality than in building intimacy with Jesus and learning to see His reality. Allowing unreality to blind me to the Real.
Some days, I lose my grip on reality. But Reality, in the person of Jesus Christ, will never lose His grip on me. As I begin to think about Jesus being Reality, and all that He came to be for us, I realize that He becomes all of our basic needs. The things in our physical world are pictures of a deeper reality. What are the basic human needs? Food. Water. Shelter. Oxygen. Light. Relationship.
Jesus came to be the Light of every man. John 1:9
Jesus is Bread and Water for our soul. John 6:32 John 7:37
Jesus is our Dwelling Place. John 14:3 and John 15:4
Jesus came to reconcile us to God and restore us to intimacy in the ultimate relationship for which we are made. Colossians 1:20 John 15:9
Jesus is the source of our very being, the oxygen of our eternal spirits. Acts 17:28
Jesus. Reality. All I need is truly in Him.
I don't have a lot to say today, but I decided that writing a little bit is better than writing nothing. And it makes for easier reading!
I just listened to a message from Seeing Grace ministries by James Barron. He preached about the simplicity of Christ, reading from the book of Colossians where we see that everything begins and ends with Christ, and He fills all. The Gospel is all Jesus. He made the point that reality is a person. That person is Christ. If you have died and been raised with Christ, He is now your reality. We are to fix our eyes not on what we can see, but on what is unseen. The unseen realm of Christ and His kingdom is more real than this world we can see. It is more real than all of our visible circumstances and pain and problems and pleasures.
If you could get inside my head, you would quickly figure out that I have a disconnect when it comes to reality. I am a child of God. My real identity is in Him. But lately I've been tangled up in the enemy's lies about who I am. I've been so focused on my own feelings and my failure to measure up and my own shortsighted perspective on life that I can't see past my own nose. I engage far more easily and frequently in virtual reality than in building intimacy with Jesus and learning to see His reality. Allowing unreality to blind me to the Real.
Some days, I lose my grip on reality. But Reality, in the person of Jesus Christ, will never lose His grip on me. As I begin to think about Jesus being Reality, and all that He came to be for us, I realize that He becomes all of our basic needs. The things in our physical world are pictures of a deeper reality. What are the basic human needs? Food. Water. Shelter. Oxygen. Light. Relationship.
Jesus came to be the Light of every man. John 1:9
Jesus is Bread and Water for our soul. John 6:32 John 7:37
Jesus is our Dwelling Place. John 14:3 and John 15:4
Jesus came to reconcile us to God and restore us to intimacy in the ultimate relationship for which we are made. Colossians 1:20 John 15:9
Jesus is the source of our very being, the oxygen of our eternal spirits. Acts 17:28
Jesus. Reality. All I need is truly in Him.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Some Days I'm A Haunted Soul
I pulled out this old favorite from my ipod yesterday, and it just perfectly describes where I am right now. I have nothing inspiring to say, so I'll let this song express my heart. Maybe someone else reading this is in the same place. I don't have answers, only these haunting questions. But I know that Jesus has never left me, and He longs to bring me into the place of rest with Him, and He's still lovingly, mercifully, persistently calling me to come and be captivated by Him alone. I don't have the strength to let go right now. So I ask Him to empty my hands.
I've got voices in my head, and they are so strong
And I'm getting sick of this....Oh Lord, how long
Will I be haunted by the fear that I believe?
My hands like locks on cages of these dreams I can't set free
But if I let these dreams die
If I lay down all my wounded pride
If I let these dreams die
Will I find that letting go lets me come alive
So empty my hands
Fill up my heart
Capture my mind with You
Empty my hands
Fill up my heart
Capture my mind with You
With You, with You Lord
Cause these voices speak instead
What's right is wrong
And I'm giving in to them
Oh please Lord, how long
Will I be held captive by the lies that I believe?
My heart's in constant chaos and it keeps me so deceived
But if I let these dreams die
If I could just lay down my dark desire
If I let these dreams die
Will I find You brought me back to life?
Cause my mind is like a building burning down
I need Your grace to keep me, keep me from the ground
My heart is just a prisoner of war
A slave to what it wants and to what I'm fighting for
So empty my hands
Fill up my heart
Capture my mind with You
I need You now Lord
-Empty My Hands by Tenth Ave North
I've got voices in my head, and they are so strong
And I'm getting sick of this....Oh Lord, how long
Will I be haunted by the fear that I believe?
My hands like locks on cages of these dreams I can't set free
But if I let these dreams die
If I lay down all my wounded pride
If I let these dreams die
Will I find that letting go lets me come alive
So empty my hands
Fill up my heart
Capture my mind with You
Empty my hands
Fill up my heart
Capture my mind with You
With You, with You Lord
Cause these voices speak instead
What's right is wrong
And I'm giving in to them
Oh please Lord, how long
Will I be held captive by the lies that I believe?
My heart's in constant chaos and it keeps me so deceived
But if I let these dreams die
If I could just lay down my dark desire
If I let these dreams die
Will I find You brought me back to life?
Cause my mind is like a building burning down
I need Your grace to keep me, keep me from the ground
My heart is just a prisoner of war
A slave to what it wants and to what I'm fighting for
So empty my hands
Fill up my heart
Capture my mind with You
I need You now Lord
-Empty My Hands by Tenth Ave North
Friday, February 28, 2014
If You Thought 30 Was Exciting....
So last Sunday I hit 31 years.
Can I tell you the truth? I don't like the sound of that number. But can I tell you what redeems that? It's only the age of my body. My temporary home. My soul? It's ageless. And so is yours!
So whether you'd like to turn back time to 1989, or 1960, or 1940....remember this. We're not really getting older. We're just getting closer to immortality! Who needs the fountain of eternal youth? Although according to my little bro, I must have found it. When asked how old I was on my birthday, his answer? A hundred!
But seriously, I'm looking forward to this year. Because 30 was pretty exciting. And I can't wait to see what God has in store for 31!
I thought it was a good time for a little remembering. So here are some of the memorable moments from the past year of my life.
When I was 30, I.....
Took three months of Tae Kwon Do and earned my orange belt.
Biked and rode the train on the Cuyahoga Valley National Park scenic railroad and towpath trail.
Got my first stitches.
Spent three weeks in Romania!
Tasted homemade Romanian moonshine.
Sailed on Lake Michigan at sunset.
Wiped out on a wakeboard.
Wiped out on a horse.
Saw my first movie in a theater. Yep. Really.
Experienced the hot air balloon festival in St. Louis.
Did a 21 day media fast. Which I could stand to do again!
Watched a couple of rodeos.
Worked with a new (to me) horse and gained confidence.
Moved from one state to another and back again.
Worked on a horse ranch and at two sweet little coffee shops.
Bought a car!
These are just highlights....all in all, it's been a wonderful year. I've grown, and I've seen how much more I have to grow. My life has been enriched with so many friends who have taught me things about life and God and horses and relationships and myself, and encouraged and enabled me in so many ways.
And I just have a feeling that now God is saying, "So you think 30 was exciting? You ain't seen nothin yet!"
Bring it on!
Can I tell you the truth? I don't like the sound of that number. But can I tell you what redeems that? It's only the age of my body. My temporary home. My soul? It's ageless. And so is yours!
So whether you'd like to turn back time to 1989, or 1960, or 1940....remember this. We're not really getting older. We're just getting closer to immortality! Who needs the fountain of eternal youth? Although according to my little bro, I must have found it. When asked how old I was on my birthday, his answer? A hundred!
But seriously, I'm looking forward to this year. Because 30 was pretty exciting. And I can't wait to see what God has in store for 31!
I thought it was a good time for a little remembering. So here are some of the memorable moments from the past year of my life.
When I was 30, I.....
Took three months of Tae Kwon Do and earned my orange belt.
Biked and rode the train on the Cuyahoga Valley National Park scenic railroad and towpath trail.
Got my first stitches.
Spent three weeks in Romania!
Tasted homemade Romanian moonshine.
Sailed on Lake Michigan at sunset.
Wiped out on a wakeboard.
Wiped out on a horse.
Saw my first movie in a theater. Yep. Really.
Experienced the hot air balloon festival in St. Louis.
Did a 21 day media fast. Which I could stand to do again!
Watched a couple of rodeos.
Worked with a new (to me) horse and gained confidence.
Moved from one state to another and back again.
Worked on a horse ranch and at two sweet little coffee shops.
Bought a car!
These are just highlights....all in all, it's been a wonderful year. I've grown, and I've seen how much more I have to grow. My life has been enriched with so many friends who have taught me things about life and God and horses and relationships and myself, and encouraged and enabled me in so many ways.
And I just have a feeling that now God is saying, "So you think 30 was exciting? You ain't seen nothin yet!"
Bring it on!
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Don't Act Your Age
"Act your age, not your shoe size!" Have you ever heard this phrase? I was talking to a coworker the other day, and upon finding out that I am celebrating my birthday this weekend, he asked how old I'd be. He was surprised to discover I am much older than I look! He then proceeded to ask me to guess his age, which I actually got almost right on. Guessing ages is a tricky thing. Some people look their age, and some don't. I know people who look much older than they are. Sometimes this is due to certain lifestyle choices, such as smoking or excessive tanning. Sometimes it is because of health issues or stress. It can even be the way they dress and wear makeup. I also know people, say in their 50's, who look younger but physically act their age, or older! Old age can take it's toll much faster if we choose things like unhealthy diet, a sedentary lifestyle, internalizing stress, or negativity.
As much as I want to be forever young, I can't stop the clock on biological aging. But I have decided that I am NOT going to act my age....not even when I'm 50! This is not an excuse to act childish, but rather a quest to rediscover child-likeness. Jesus Himself said, Unless you become like a child, you cannot enter the kingdom of Heaven!
I've been listening to Chris August lately, and he wrote a song called 1989. It talks about how life was carefree and uncomplicated when he was seven years old. How it was to live in childlike faith. And how he wants to go back to living that way. I realized that I was six years old in 1989. I'm not one of those people who can remember a lot of their childhood with clarity. I remember bits and pieces, sometimes the most random and weird things! I can't say I really remember what it was like being six. But I know life sure seemed simpler. And a lot more fun. I still find ways to have some great fun, but we know that's not what life is all about. But what if we could recapture the wonder of a child?
These days God is drawing me back to learn how to be a kid again. I think He wants us to have that kind of wonder at Him and the things He has made. If I take the time to slow down and fully experience the simple things, the little everyday gifts in life....I begin to find that wonder again.
Things like being mesmerized by snowflakes falling sparkly in the streetlight after dark. Laughing at squirrels chasing each other up and down trees. Dancing crazy to happy music. Hugging a giant tree just to see how far my arms reach. Making a snow angel on a walk through the woods. Walking out giant hearts with my footprints in the snow in the park. Diving onto a queen bed. Twirling in circles at the bowling alley with my little brother. And the other day, I discovered polymer sand....I spent an hour or more playing with it while talking with my friend....squeezing, squishing, letting it drop through my fingers....it's the coolest stuff ever! And we laughed and had the best time entertaining ourselves with this simple plaything!
I'm learning that when I slow down and live fully in the moment....when I take time to look and count all the gifts God has poured out on the day and to give thanks....when I find delight in the simple things, even childish things....when I let myself linger and wonder at the things God created and the ways He reveals Himself all around me...it brings back an unadulterated joy and pleasure that feels a little bit like being a kid again!
I think Jesus said we must become like a child because only children have the eyes to see God. And only children can trust without reservation.
"It is so uncomplicated with You here....you make the person that I once was reappear
I'm sorry that I made it something complicated
I am ready now, it's not too late
Everyday I'm learning it's all about returning
I'm living my life with childlike faith.....like I could
Turn back time and go to 1989
Where every day was full of chasin dreams
Yeah I may be grown up but maybe I should try
Livin like it's 1989"
From 1989 by Chris Augustt
As much as I want to be forever young, I can't stop the clock on biological aging. But I have decided that I am NOT going to act my age....not even when I'm 50! This is not an excuse to act childish, but rather a quest to rediscover child-likeness. Jesus Himself said, Unless you become like a child, you cannot enter the kingdom of Heaven!
I've been listening to Chris August lately, and he wrote a song called 1989. It talks about how life was carefree and uncomplicated when he was seven years old. How it was to live in childlike faith. And how he wants to go back to living that way. I realized that I was six years old in 1989. I'm not one of those people who can remember a lot of their childhood with clarity. I remember bits and pieces, sometimes the most random and weird things! I can't say I really remember what it was like being six. But I know life sure seemed simpler. And a lot more fun. I still find ways to have some great fun, but we know that's not what life is all about. But what if we could recapture the wonder of a child?
These days God is drawing me back to learn how to be a kid again. I think He wants us to have that kind of wonder at Him and the things He has made. If I take the time to slow down and fully experience the simple things, the little everyday gifts in life....I begin to find that wonder again.
Things like being mesmerized by snowflakes falling sparkly in the streetlight after dark. Laughing at squirrels chasing each other up and down trees. Dancing crazy to happy music. Hugging a giant tree just to see how far my arms reach. Making a snow angel on a walk through the woods. Walking out giant hearts with my footprints in the snow in the park. Diving onto a queen bed. Twirling in circles at the bowling alley with my little brother. And the other day, I discovered polymer sand....I spent an hour or more playing with it while talking with my friend....squeezing, squishing, letting it drop through my fingers....it's the coolest stuff ever! And we laughed and had the best time entertaining ourselves with this simple plaything!
I'm learning that when I slow down and live fully in the moment....when I take time to look and count all the gifts God has poured out on the day and to give thanks....when I find delight in the simple things, even childish things....when I let myself linger and wonder at the things God created and the ways He reveals Himself all around me...it brings back an unadulterated joy and pleasure that feels a little bit like being a kid again!
I think Jesus said we must become like a child because only children have the eyes to see God. And only children can trust without reservation.
"It is so uncomplicated with You here....you make the person that I once was reappear
I'm sorry that I made it something complicated
I am ready now, it's not too late
Everyday I'm learning it's all about returning
I'm living my life with childlike faith.....like I could
Turn back time and go to 1989
Where every day was full of chasin dreams
Yeah I may be grown up but maybe I should try
Livin like it's 1989"
From 1989 by Chris Augustt
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Stop Chasing God
Today I just want to share some tender heart thoughts. These are fresh, uncensored journalings. The kind that are almost too private to share. But I will because I have found a breath of freedom today. And I want to extend it to you, whoever you are, taking the time to stop in on my musings in this moment. I will not attempt to analyze or explain. This is not a sermon or a well thought out message. Just a heart-flow. Take it for whatever it speaks to you.
I am the harlot.
You are the relentless Lover. The reckless Lover spilling all of Himself. The scandalous Lover who will stop at nothing to bring the harlot back to His embrace, to endless intimacy. Taking her to a place she never dreamed existed. To make her the Beauty she has spent her lifetime longing to be, trying to be, failing to be...yes, to make her even more than that image....to be the Beauty who ravishes You!
The utterly worthless becomes a pearl of surpassing value over which You dance and sing. The hopelessly broken transformed into unspeakable glory.
Recreated. Cherished. Wanted.
Thank You. For wanting me. That I don't have to chase You. That's it's not about me wanting You badly enough....because You want me with an otherworldly desire. Enough to create me. Enough to rescue me. Enough to win the heart of this harlot. Relentless Grace.
I am the harlot. I am both the beauty and the beast. I am Cinderella. Rags to Happily Ever After. I am the sought-after, fought for, hard-won heroine to Your Hero in the Greatest Romance of Time and Eternity!
Charis. Eucharisteo. Chara.
Grace. Thanksgiving. Joy.
The whisper of hope in all this pain. The clue that all is not as it seems. The rush of air into gasping lungs, smothered by earth's smog. The literal breath of life. Bread sustaining my soul. These could turn a whole day. A week. A life. They could turn a world upside down. Or right side up.
Breathe in. Grace. Breathe out. Thanksgiving. Feel the life flood this body, rush through these veins, awaken these dry bones. Joy. Dance to the soundless melody. Reach out and touch the invisible. Gaze on the unseen reality surrounding you like an ocean. Walk on thin air.
Faith. SUBSTANCE of things hoped for. PROOF of things unseen. To know that what I do not yet hold in my hand is MINE just as surely and solidly as the ground I walk on.
God. Is. Here.
I am the harlot.
You are the relentless Lover. The reckless Lover spilling all of Himself. The scandalous Lover who will stop at nothing to bring the harlot back to His embrace, to endless intimacy. Taking her to a place she never dreamed existed. To make her the Beauty she has spent her lifetime longing to be, trying to be, failing to be...yes, to make her even more than that image....to be the Beauty who ravishes You!
The utterly worthless becomes a pearl of surpassing value over which You dance and sing. The hopelessly broken transformed into unspeakable glory.
Recreated. Cherished. Wanted.
Thank You. For wanting me. That I don't have to chase You. That's it's not about me wanting You badly enough....because You want me with an otherworldly desire. Enough to create me. Enough to rescue me. Enough to win the heart of this harlot. Relentless Grace.
I am the harlot. I am both the beauty and the beast. I am Cinderella. Rags to Happily Ever After. I am the sought-after, fought for, hard-won heroine to Your Hero in the Greatest Romance of Time and Eternity!
Charis. Eucharisteo. Chara.
Grace. Thanksgiving. Joy.
The whisper of hope in all this pain. The clue that all is not as it seems. The rush of air into gasping lungs, smothered by earth's smog. The literal breath of life. Bread sustaining my soul. These could turn a whole day. A week. A life. They could turn a world upside down. Or right side up.
Breathe in. Grace. Breathe out. Thanksgiving. Feel the life flood this body, rush through these veins, awaken these dry bones. Joy. Dance to the soundless melody. Reach out and touch the invisible. Gaze on the unseen reality surrounding you like an ocean. Walk on thin air.
Faith. SUBSTANCE of things hoped for. PROOF of things unseen. To know that what I do not yet hold in my hand is MINE just as surely and solidly as the ground I walk on.
God. Is. Here.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)