Monday, November 21, 2011

Jump In!

Do you ever sense, that perhaps you are merely tipping your toe in the deep blue pool of life? That you live life dipping your toe in, sometimes wading into up to your waist (which feels like the edge of either insanity or the brink before terror). So, we spend our days dancing in the puddles and tasting the drops. We cup our hands and sip the water.

Why?
Fear.
Who would I be without my trepidation and hesitation? A blundering fool, unaware of reality?


I'll make rivulets in the deep pool. Goodness, I'll even make a series of ripples. But a splash? You are insane. I can't do that.

To submerge, to leap, to embrace gifts offered.

Jump in, sink down, explore the depths, then glide toward the top for a gulp of sweet air.... A drink of icy water that reaches that thirsty place in your heart.


God doesn't promise us a life is ease and easy-living. But, he promises to be the giver of good gifts, the giver of moments of grace, the giver of Himself. We simply must move past our fear and apathy and seek our Abba. How can we jump into life if we aren't confident in Abba's goodness and nearness?


~~~A random thought: Life is not about moral reformation, but an increasing dependence on the indwelling Spirit.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Details (part 2)

This is a thankful list, because sometimes I just need to count the gifts of Abba.

Cotton candy clouds
A sunflower in your friend's hair
Inter-library loan
Moral support from someone you barely know
A moon rise over the lake in Dahlonega
Orion
A returned phone-call from a voice you haven't heard in months
Smiling eyes
Carving pumpkins with best friends
Singing "I love you Lord" over and over
Rolling the windows down and turning the car heat up
Conversations that could seemingly never end
Clouds that feel like early snow
A friend in the library
A friend who lets you do all the talking for an entire phone call
100$ cash in the mail
Finding an envelope of checks you lost a month ago.
Writing to Jesus
Fireside family times
Flowers that smell sweet
Orange leaves
A pile of leaves that begs to be jumped in
Getting leaves stuffed down your shirt
A convincing friend
Emails from around the globe
Wind
A voicemail from a little boy you haven't seen for a year (!!!)





Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Details

Abba loves us in so many ways....

Words from a friend.
The smell of random weeds.
A birthday card.
A smile.
Piano music.
The friend that doesn't let you walk off alone.
Crickets making noise.
The moon when it's orange.
Standing in a group of friends, and knowing that nothing could change how much they loved you.
A cloud at the right time and spot.
Rain drops on a sweaty face.
Loud laughter.

Pay attention.... Abba loves you.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Words Spoken...

I’ve always heard that words spoken aloud can never be recalled, that they hold great power and can both heal and destroy. James 3 expounds on the dangers of the tongue and its power.

In the last few months, different experiences have confirmed the fact that speaking truth over someone is a powerful tool.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. (Proverbs 25:11)

***When it was time to say our goodbyes, everyone mingled around saying thank you's and giving hugs. Mr. R. came up to me, took my hand, looked me in the eye and said “Young lady, God has his hand on you.” Surprise and doubte, then a sense of joy ran over me. I walked away feeling honored. I wondered if I had just seen a hint of the smile of Abba on my life. This man didn’t really know me, I’d only known him for 3 days. Yet, maybe he saw what I missed in the midst of my self-focused doubt and performance based strivings: God takes joy in me as His child and is holding me in His hand.***

***As we bowed our heads, this wise woman brought me before the throne of God. My heart knew that words I longed to say were being spoken. Spoken by someone who is walking in assurance of the Lord’s presence and attentiveness to His children. Tears spilled out of my eyes… It was almost like she was carrying me along. Hearing her words of faith and trust toward God was like a lifeline to my faltering soul.***

If you ever get the opportunity to bless someone with words. Do it. It means more than you can imagine.

Dear Father,

I want to speak truth over the lives around me.

Amen.



Tuesday, June 7, 2011

~ABBA SHOWS UP~ (part 3 of "Abba Series")

[Praying]….Jesus, I pray that you would prepare the hearts of Nigel and Kim. They need you. I don’t know them, or much about them. Jesus, I just know their names. I pray that they would come next week, and that you would do a work in their hearts… Lord I also pray for….. Jen’s thoughts moved on toward the names of just a few others she remembered from the hot afternoon of canvassing for the upcoming Vacation Bible School.

VBS started off with the usual excitement….

Nigel and Kimberly entered our classroom that first evening for VBS. It took me until the next evening to realize they were siblings. After the Bible story in large group, all the children who had raised their hands (indicating their desire for counseling about salvation) went to the back. Nigel went back, and later told me that Jesus had washed his sins away! We were excited to hear of his decision, and hoped he had fully grasped what it meant to trust Jesus for salvation.

The next evening, I made my way to the back to help with counseling the children who wanted to speak with someone. I spoke with Isaiah. He understood and trusted Jesus. Nigel talking to another counselor. I was slightly worried that he had not understood that he was secure in Christ, there was no need to get “re-saved”. Isaiah and I finished talking and walked over to Nigel who was finished as well. As we walked, I asked him what he and the counselor had spoken about. Nigel’s words were full of confidence and fervor. He began to explain to me that once you accept Christ in your heart, Christ does a work in your heart. Nothing you could do, sin or action, could change what Jesus had done. “Because it was His work, not mine.” I listened in stunned silence. The counselor had obviously been in-tune with the Spirit, and the Spirit had granted a wonderful amount of understanding to Nigel.

I later realized that Nigel’s sister Kim had gone back to talk with someone as well. Nigel, Kim, and I were talking about all being “sisters and brothers” since we shared our Heavenly Father. Their faces of joy were simply beautiful. Nigel looked at me and said “Yeah, after Jesus washed my sins away last night, tonight, I told Kim to raise her hand and come talk to someone about it.” I almost laughed aloud at the innocence and beauty of Nigel’s fervor for his sister’s salvation. Under normal circumstances, a child telling another child to go back would be frowned upon. But in this instance, it was a beautiful display of the Spirits work in the brand-new child of God. The lady who counseled Kim told me that she was “ready, and understood”.

Fingers sticky from snow-cones, crumpled crafts, and changed hearts evidenced the week’s end. We all sat in the classroom, and some of the children seemed sad to see the week end, others seemed indifferent. Nigel and Kim’s driver came to the door and Nigel came and hugged Kaitlyn and I, then made his way around the room and gave every person a hug. Kim smiled as she hugged me goodbye. We said goodbye, and out the door they went. A minute had not passed when Nigel ran back into the room to hug us one more time. His eyes were sad as he told us he probably wouldn’t be able to come on Sundays, because his family attended another church. It was a sad moment; embracing yet another child for possibly the last time on this planet.

“Anyone can give a testimony Sunday night.” I reviewed the week in my mind. God had most definitely showed up. But I couldn’t think of anything concrete that I felt I could give a testimony about. As Saturday and Sunday went by, I went through the circumstance of God’s obvious work in Nigel’s heart. The service was full of testimonies of Abba’s love, faithfulness, and work in hearts. It was plain as day – Abba had showed up last week. His gentle fingerprints covered the circumstances.

After speaking I sat down, I hope that made sense to everyone. I had told about Nigel and Kim, and Isaiah – they were so obviously ripe for the harvest of God’s intervening grace.

Jen came up to me. Her face was animated and joyful….. “Natalie, I canvassed and knocked on Nigel and Kim’s door”… She told me how she had thought of Kim and Nigel many times before VBS and specifically prayed for them.

If you ever get the chance to share the Gospel, do it. If someone ever pops into your mind, pray for them. It’s obvious that God was part of the details of this story. It’s obvious that God had Jen knock on their door, remember their names, and pray for them. Its obvious that God had the perfect people counsel both Nigel and Kim. It’s obvious that Abba showed up.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Fight!

Catch a glimpse!
Open your eyes!
You think it's a slide.
What if it's really a tug?

Sometimes we run.
Sometimes we sit.
Sometimes we are blind.
Sometimes we think we see.

Wake up sleeper!
Arise lame one!
You are content?
What if you are being slowly killed?

This is a battle.
We already know the end.
The Creator will win.


Normalcy is the screen for deceit.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Your strength will fail.
Assume your Redeemer's strength.

It's not just life.
It's not just a choice.
Every moment, every second.
Fight!

You are frail?
You are weak?
The Lion and Warrior leads.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armour of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand (Ephesians 6:12,13).


We are living in an epic battle. The only waiting and resting we need to do is IN Christ. Labour and fight to enter into His rest (Hebrews 4). Live life on guard, with your armor on and your weapon ready (Ephesians 6).


"Behold, the Lord GOD comes with might, and his arm rules for him; behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him." (Isaiah 40:10)


Monday, August 23, 2010

Unavoidable

This nagging powerlessness –

Answer to every screaming question.

Drumming realization --

Always beneath the surface.

The mystery of pain --

Heart striking rock after rock.

Peace in the quite pools --

Breaking into waterfall.

Sure, Swift, Relentless

Smashing of current –

Broken into shards --

Waterfalls, Rocks, Whirlpools.

The diamonds of sparkling light –

Dancing on the water.

Glory in pain --

Unstoppable, Sure, Beautiful.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

In The Presence of Jesus

****************

No place I have to arrive.

No mountain to climb.

No shame to hide.

No perfection to attain.

No performance to give.

No role to play.

No energy to provide.

No smile to fake.

No words to explain.

*****************


“He sees all and loves me still.”

Living life with Jesus is not about doing, it’s about being. Being and living out my new identity. My identity; Christ in me, me in Christ. He does all the work.

Friday, August 6, 2010

"... One of these little ones..."

Over the past years I’ve come into contact with an increasing number of people who have been abused as children– physically, spiritually, emotionally, and sexually. Sexually abuse has been the most common.

A friend of mine made me aware of an alarming statistic.

1 of 4 girls are sexually abused before the age of 18.

1 of 6 boys are sexually abused before the age of 18.

It makes me want to scream. Children are so vulnerable, believing, and trusting. Sexual abuse wrecks their trust, shatters their world, and opens their vulnerable hearts to an array of lies from the enemy; leaving most with the deep conviction of their dirtiness and worthlessness. Does Jesus care? Does this break his heart?

Many kids grow up in loving homes with caring parents who may have no clue that their own child has been abused by another family member, friend or even stranger. Originally, I was going to address two things – how does Jesus feel about this, and what can we do. I’ve opted to stick to the first one, knowing that I don’t have the experience/knowledge to adequately address the second question (not that I could ever answer the first issue completely either). I don’t know exactly how Jesus feels about it, but his word gives us some clues to his heart.

Jesus was angry. The temple was his father’s place of worship. The moneychangers and merchants had overrun the temple with their dishonest dealings and commercialism. Jesus came in and saw what they were doing and he turns over the tables and drives the animals out with a whip. "Get these out of here! How dare you turn my Father's house into a market!"His anger was not the anger we often see, the selfish, hurtful kind. It was pure, completely good, and full of true justice.

You may be wondering why I refer to this event. Jesus showed righteous anger at the men who turned the temple into a place of thievery and cheating. Anger is a characteristic of Jesus. In the following verses Matthew describes what Jesus did next; he healed the lame and sick, then listened to the children as they shouted praises to him. Jesus valued the hurting and the children’s praises.

In another verse we catch a glimpse of something else that makes Him angry.

“But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea” (matthew 18:6).

A few months back I read an exposition of this verse, I had never really thought much about it before. The book caused me to look further into the verse.

“offend”

1) to put a stumbling block or impediment in the way, upon which

another may trip and fall, metaph. to offend

1a) to entice to sin

1b) to cause a person to begin to distrust and desert one whom he ought to trust and obey

1b1) to cause to fall away

The definition can apply directly to a child being abused. I think we can safely conclude, that from the word of God – to abuse a child is to cause them to stumble. Of course, the verse applies to anyone who leads a child astray, but for the topic’s sake, I won’t elaborate on that.

Jesus takes the offender’s sin very seriously. He is angry with anyone who causes a child to stumble, so much so, that he says it is better that they put a millstone around their neck and drown in the sea. The same anger that caused Jesus to throw the thieves out of the temple and will one day judge all sin with righteous justice, is seen in Hs words about anyone who causes a child to stumble.

Jesus cares. He cares very deeply about the pain that every abused person has gone through. He does not take it lightly. Matthew 19 contains the story of Jesus letting the children come to him and be blessed and cared for by him. The disciples tried to shoo them away, but Jesus said “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” Jesus always had time for the children, he loves them.

A while ago I was talking to a friend about abuse, we were both mad, and horrified at the wrongness of it all. The pain that ensues, the propensity for the abused to abuse others or retreat into their shells is inescapable. I said that I knew “Jesus hated this and was angry, and one day justice will reign”. After looking into God’s Word. I stand by that.

Psalm 94 starts with “O LORD, the God who avenges, O God who avenges, shine forth.”

Later it says “They crush your people, O LORD; 
they oppress your inheritance. They slay the widow and the alien; they murder the fatherless.”

*****

God’s love and forgiveness reaches out to all the guilty. Every one of us is in that number. His compassion and love reaches out to every person who has been hurt, whose hearts have been broken by sin’s work. His love reaches to every person that has hurt another person. He cared enough to place that sin on his dear Son. Jesus bore it all on the cross.

Jesus died for the abuser as much as he did for the abused. None are too far from his grace.

Isaiah 61 both captures the rightiousness of God, and his redeeming nature. He can take anything broken and restore it and an ugly thing and make it beautiful. He will rebuild the ancient ruins! The abused and the abusers have been ruined, but God loves rebuilding and healing broken people.

Isaiah 61

1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,

because the LORD has anointed me

to preach good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,

to proclaim freedom for the captives

and release from darkness for the prisoners, [a]

2 to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor 
 and the day of vengeance of our God, 
 to comfort all who mourn,

3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion— 
 to bestow on them a crown of beauty 
 instead of ashes, 
 the oil of gladness 
 instead of mourning, 
 and a garment of praise 
 instead of a spirit of despair. 
 They will be called oaks of righteousness, 
 a planting of the LORD 
 for the display of his splendor.

4 They will rebuild the ancient ruins 
 and restore the places long devastated; 
 they will renew the ruined cities 
 that have been devastated for generations.

5 Aliens will shepherd your flocks; 
 foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.

6 And you will be called priests of the LORD, 
 you will be named ministers of our God. 
 You will feed on the wealth of nations, 
 and in their riches you will boast.

7 Instead of their shame 
 my people will receive a double portion, 
 and instead of disgrace 
 they will rejoice in their inheritance; 
 and so they will inherit a double portion in their land, 
 and everlasting joy will be theirs.

8 "For I, the LORD, love justice; 
 I hate robbery and iniquity. 
 In my faithfulness I will reward them 
 and make an everlasting covenant with them.

9 Their descendants will be known among the nations 
 and their offspring among the peoples. 
 All who see them will acknowledge 
 that they are a people the LORD has blessed."

10 I delight greatly in the LORD; 
 my soul rejoices in my God. 
 For he has clothed me with garments of salvation 
 and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, 
 as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, 
 and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up 
 and a garden causes seeds to grow, 
 so the Sovereign LORD will make righteousness and praise 
 spring up before all nations.

Friday, July 9, 2010

The Living Judge



The wheels bumped along the partially paved road. It was beautiful, the sugar fields out the right window where green and lush. A lone man bent over in the field. Horns blared as motorcycles passed the Sumo, and the Sumo passed wagons. We peaked our heads out the windows, laughing and marveling at the many bizarre scenes we passed.

We all sang - Any hymn that came to mind, any praise song we all knew. When we starting winding down the steep mountain road that went through the “tiger preserve” (real tigers!?), we bellowed “Rocky mountain high… you’ll always be home sweet home to me…” . We stopped at Pastor Gabriel’s church, where tears misted our eyes at the sight of a blind man who could not see, yet had faith that one day he would see. He worships and proclaims the Gospel to the people of the surrounding villages, and thinks nothing of his blindness.

As we continued toward the mountain-town, the conversation turned to the near state of Orrisa. I had not realized we were so close to Orrisa. I remembered reading articles in Voice Of The Martyrs and other news sources about the riots and murders, where hundreds of Christians were killed and countless churches were burned. It hit me hard. No longer was Christian persecution across the globe. It was down this road. Over the next mountain and only two hours in the car - I could stand where the blood of martyrs had stained the ground. The reality was sobering, it was stilling and awing.

Daddy M. answered our questions as we spoke about persecution and how the Christians dealt with it. He told of those who had gone to help the suffering, and others who had forsaken the name of Christ to escape death. He spoke of those who gave their life for the sake of the One who had given all for them. The Sumo was quite as the seriousness and reality of our Indian sibling’s suffering settled in our hearts. He told of pastors violent deaths, families torn apart. Looking back, I don’t remember a whole lot of the details, but there was one moment that is cemented into my heart. As we discussed the continuing challenges that Christians face from their persecutors, the situation seemed so hopeless and awful. Than Daddy M. said in his calm and serene voice -

“Who can stand before a Living God?

To say God pierced those words into my heart is an understatement. The Living God, who can stand before him? The horribleness of the persecutors actions, and sorrow of the Christians suffering dimmed in light of The Holy Judge’s justice and holiness.

One day, the martyrs will no longer ask “how long?” One day, the earth will be filled with the glory of God. One day, all will be judged - the righteous and the unrighteous. Those Of whom the world was not worthy” will hear their Father say “well done”. One day, all the wrongs will be righted. One day, Amos will see the fulfillment of his desire But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!”


Monday, July 5, 2010

Ambivalence Returns

The place on the narrow trail was familiar. She would have said “déjà vu”, but there was no one there to say it to. She stopped, looked around, and urged her brain to remember. Suddenly, it all made sense. This, was indeed the same trail, but much had changed. The trees to her right were the same, yet lichen and vines now covered the aged bark. The grass that once grew by the trail was now a high hedge of bushes, vines, briars, and weeds. As she scanned the trees on the left, her eyes settled on a small blue flower, the kind that is trumpet shaped and grows on a delicate green vine with heart shaped leaves. The flowers – they were the same.

The urge to run was strong, but the urge to slow her pace and stare at the surrounding woods was stronger. Her mind shifting into remembrance mode and suddenly it all came rushing back like a wave over her.

“Why, Why am I here again?”


a

m·biv·a·lence

–noun
1.
uncertainty or fluctuation, esp. when caused by inability to make a choice or by a simultaneous desire to say or do two opposite or conflicting things.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

...


"somehow we have overlooked the fact this treasure called the heart can also be broken, has been broken, and now lies in pieces down under the surface. When it comes to habits we cannot quit or patterns we cannot stop, anger that flies out of nowhere, fears we cannot overcome, or weaknesses we hate to admit--much of what troubles us comes out of the broken places in our hearts crying out for relief.
Jesus speaks as if we are all brokenhearted. We would do well to trust His perspective on this."
John Eldredge (Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Heart Fully Alive)


Tuesday, May 18, 2010

No. Yes.


How is it that I have a hard time saying No to people, yet I have a hard time saying Yes to Elohim?

Why do many of us have a hard timing saying No to people? Fear. I will not apply to everyone, because everyone is unique. But I wish to be well loved and appreciated; I can obtain this by doing whatever others want me to do. Saying No, means looking bad or losing an opportunity to gain acclaim from others.

When Jesus calls and I either ignore or do not obey the call. I say No to Him. His Spirit gently calls in His still small voice….

“Come, talk to me about this. Ask me first, not after you have talked to everyone else.”

“It’s not in accordance to the heart I’ve given you, say No.”

“Leave this chaos, be still in my presence.”

“Come to me for rest.”

“Fear not, I am with you.”

No

Our No’s are not generally spoken out-right or direct rejections of Jesus. But, how often do you sense his call, and in your inaction, say No.

I say Yes to people because I care about me, and I want to be feel good about myself. I say No to Jesus, because I am prideful.

My Yes to people – empty.

My No to Elohim – empty.


How can I refuse the call that brings me the deepest joy? I don't know, but I do more often than I don't.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Hope. It’s the fuel for story and purpose. When it’s lost, the colors fade. Everything tastes a little more bland. The breeze doesn’t make your heart swell. After a while, your perceptions seem normal, and you forget there ever were rich colors and flavorful food, the breeze is only an annoyance.

We all hope for small things. But, have you lost the one hope that makes all other hopes fall into perspective?

Your story, if seen through the right eyes, can be an adventure filled with challenge and experience. The story only makes sense when seen with the end in sight. The end is full of just enough mystery to make it exciting, and just enough certainty to keep it worthwhile. The best part – you are never alone in your story.

If you are losing hope, maybe you need to find, “God in the shadows”.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

“Cuz I still haven’t found what I’m lookin’ for…

Every time I here Damian Rice sing "I still haven't found" it makes sense to me. It's such a human cry.

Are we all searching for something?

The next turn in the road, a “lucky break”, an adventure, an exciting ride, peace, appreciation, love, validation, assurance that you “have what it takes”, meaning, joy, the “pot of gold at the end of the rainbow”, home, your place in the world, explanation, security, worth, the knowledge that you are indeed a special and unique individual, purpose.

Maybe we are missing it, because we are looking in all the wrong places.

It sounds like a Sunday school answer –“everything is found in Christ”, or maybe just a Pollyanna explanation for the haunting questions of life. But not only does the Bible answer these questions, the Bible points to The Lord as the fulfillment of our needs.

The Bible says over and over again things like-

“In my presence is fullness of joy”

“Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden, I will give you rest.”

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation”

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.”

"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.”

Many of these are familiar verses, but perhaps we have for too long spiritualized them or put them in our head-knowledge, and forgot they are also literal.

Do we dishonor our Creator and Savior by saying we give him our lives and worship, yet we look everywhere but in him for what we “still haven’t found”? Do we assume that the unseen end of our desire is earthly?

Honestly, I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. Either because I don’t know what I’m looking for, or I just don’t see what is in front of my face. I have glimpsed it... and the only time I did was in the presence of Christ. Nothing else has ever even come close to strumming that deeper chord.

I’ve “tasted and seen” – The Lord is good. His goodness is tangable… In my human heart, so “prone to wander” I move away from my Lord. But from the Words of God I know - He will fill the God sized void in my heart.


But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. (Matthew 6:33)

You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. (Jeremiah 29:13)

Not there yet.... But on the road.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Anticipation and Remembrance

She looked back. She looked forward.

Christmas Eve. Laying in bed, her new PJ’s on. The excitement and anticipation was like a sweet wave, she could sit and dream of tomorrow forever. When the marrow came, it was wonderful. But was it like she had anticipated?

The days crawled by like the lady bug on the windowsill. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday… finally it was Friday night; tomorrow was the day. She was going horse-back riding. Her eyes closed, her head overflowing with anticipation and wonderment. Her dreams were fitful but sweet – full of horses and cowboys.

There is a space, a void, a gap that exists in all anticipation and remembrance. There is an ideal joy that exists when looking forward and when looking back. It’s like a thirsty-ness or an empty space. Nothing quite satisfies, nothing quite fills. We are fooled into thinking it’s waiting down the road, or we lost it with the innocence of childhood.

When the girl grew she experienced the same things, but in regards to totally different situations. The party, college life, friendships, places. After a while she squelched the anticipation or what could be called, the “inkling of pure joy”. There was a deepness that longed for something so deep and true – pure joy. All of life was only a drop in the bucket. She was craving it, but why waset life wishing for something that didn’t seem to exist.

Day dreaming one day, she remembered the Christmas and the day she went horseback riding. Nostalgia and an almost perfect joy came to mind. But she knew it wasn’t true. Never had those longings been fulfilled – they had only been glimpsed in anticipation and remembrance.

If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world” - C.S. Lewis

Yes, I’m “wasting my life” for something that does exists -- Jesus is my anticipation and remembrance; my home.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Storm

Tired of the fight, tired of the battle.

These people scrape wounds I forgot I had, they touch deeply embedded thorns that were forgotten. Lord, you are calling me. You are asking me to come into your presence. Weary, heavy laden. You give rest. You, the healer of the broken, sustainer of the weak, lover of souls. You, abba call me in this darkness, this storm.

I've begged, I've cried, I've shouted. I hate this storm..... but if it means more of you Abba. It's worth it.


"My child, ask not for the storm to be calmed, but to find me in the storm."

-I found this scribbled from a while back....-nat