F is for Forgiven

F is for Forgiven
ABC's of Advent

In just a short time after Jesus was born His parents had to move away to escape a King who was threatened by His presence. All the while Jesus was to Die for Him.

And then Jesus got older, His community threatened to throw Him off a cliff. And all the while Jesus was going to pay the price for them.

And then when Jesus finally gave up everything except for His last breath, He whispered, "Father, forgive them. For they know not what they do." Perfect love.

And this is where the Christmas story continues! All of Heaven waits as one of the greatest moments of all creation is unveiled. God has forgiveness for the fall of creation. Relationship is now offered and can be restored.

We have everything to learn from God. His whole intention in coming to earth on that first Christmas day was forgiveness wasn't it? I have known happy people and frustrated people. Some forgave and some didn't. There has been a lot of regretful tears cried on this earth after loosing someone and loosing opportunity to know and give forgiveness.

Don't let one more day slide. Don't let one more relationship fade out. Restoration is one choice away. God could have destroyed it all and just been done with us, but He didn't. Instead He showed us a more powerful way to live. Anything can be overcome with forgiveness. Ask Jesus to forgive you, then with His unlimited power, you can forgive anyone.

E is for empty

E is for Empty

ABC’s of Advent

My children, this lesson is for you today. It really does break my heart to teach you this very important lesson. I am still, in my adult life, receiving the full weight behind this lesson.

You, my treasures, have one heart. And just like in the nativity, there is one Jesus. And anything that you crave and you get it and you stuff your heart with it, will eventually make you sick...because that is the place Jesus was born to be.

This Christmas there are lists being made and lists checked off, and people that love you want ideas of what to buy you, but do not buy the lie. That thing that you receive, it will not satisfy. It might make you giddy for a couple of minutes and maybe even for a couple months at tops, but eventually, it will fade. And the emptiness will come, and your eyes will continue to scour that next best thing until it all happens again.

This need you have to have stuff began with a very good intention. Our Father is Heaven says that He gives gifts to those He loves. All of us that is. And your spirit and soul were designed to live forever in a perfect arrangement that God has made, where nothing breaks, rots, or fades.

And I want you to see the gifts He has given you. And how can you do that when you are looking in a screen or in a magazine? The gifts he has given you are on the faces of those who love you, and they are in your hands as your serve. In Your heart as you choose to help someone smaller than you, rather than go first.

This is the greatest lesson my bright shining candles. Be next. The joy you are looking for will come in emptying your hand. Not filling is up with junk that gets old. Relationships don’t get old. Not if we are thankful for them.  Don’t let yourself get in the way. Don’t let your want get in the way of receiving the greatest of gifts.

This world will leave you empty, but Jesus will lead you to joy.

D is for Dressed

ABC's of Advent
D is for Dressed.

All the way back we rewind the story from where we stand. Exposure with shame started in the most beautiful place any natural eyes could behold. A perfect place. Created for souls made in the image of God. People whom God saw and said it is very good. It was in this perfect place that eyes were opened. Where all that was beheld was good and true, evil slithered in and through contemplating the unseen with evil itself, a veil was formed. Evil corruption in every sense transaction of heart, soul, and mind.

The worse of all...naked exposure. What God had formed to be the most beautiful of all creation was corrupted by one feeling. Shame. No longer able to walk confidently as who they were created to be and represent, Adam and Eve, hid. Earth's first exposure to panic. The first desire to live life apart from God because if we allow Him...what will He see?

But God before all of creation fell, had a plan to lift it up high. And when creation's finest was feeling naked and abandoned, God came looking prepared to dress us as His bride. White garment without stain and without blemish. Our Savoir God , spilling the first blood that the earth has felt drip to it's soil. Blood shed to use the skin to cover shame. All of creation must have felt that drop. The time of suffering and separation beginning. God was so near, and now His perfect presence will feel farther and farther off with every evil deed committed and every drop of blood spilled.

What proof of the love between God the Father and God the Son, that fellowship is given up for our rescue. Being among us, even without us acknowledging their presence, and still they make a plan for rescue. Watching us daily cloth ourselves with dead skins and dirty garments, when what was prepared for us were cloths only suitable for a bride and groom. God in His angry, jealous love, conceived a child. Born natural, a living God the Son. And once and for all I have an option about who I am. I no longer have to wear shame and dirt. I don't wear other sins on my soul, and I can dress myself in the love of my Savior, who let His blood drip to the earth.

And His drops were from an eternal standpoint, the last drops. All of creation takes a great big sigh. It has been done. There is no more curse and shame. All is made well when one's lips whisper the name of this Christ child with us. "Jesus" He is here. And where He is there is no hiding. There is no shame, condemnation, no anger or greed. Perfect love casts out fear. And His love is made perfect in my weakness. Nothing left to do but receive and believe.

So today I rejoice. We are the bride of Christ. We are clothed with righteousness. Our Sins were as scarlet, like dripping vengeful blood, but they have been basked in the blood of Jesus and we are made white as snow.

Today I will choose to be with the most broken, foul mouthed person who God sends my way. I will choose to see through the façade. And then I will let love fill my view as I look right though. I will see the hurt that led to our journey's meeting place. I will listen to the needs and speak hope and blessing.

As a bride of Christ, I will take the nature of the one who chose me. I will be dressed in love.

C is for Collision

ABC's of Advent
C is for collision.

The great intersection of light piercing the darkness. The  great pushing back of the dark cloud in order to reveal the nature of God Himself. Showing Himself to a world who is in need of a map to wholeness. A collision revolving around spirit and soul, body and mind. A great explosion of thoughts, feelings, action, and beliefs.

This great dynamite of Jesus Himself blowing a huge eternal hole through the cavern of all the separation and darkness that has entangled us. No more being left feeling void and unworthy. No more needing a rescue. The great rescue has happened. The great collision has taken place.

All the spirit world freezes as the Christ child cries. Emmanuel, God is with us. Right here made of the same dirt as you and me. Elements placed perfectly so that our eyes can light up with Christmas joy. This God in baby form's cry echoing to all good and evil that God has come and His plan will not be hindered. They way He has paved will not be blocked.

And He is here now. God with me and God with you. So near, outside the constraints of time and nature. Like an artist standing outside his best peace on show for display, yet guarding carefully the elements that are still being released and interpreted. Treasuring His work. Reveling in the artistry and the reality of it being the finest of works. The Mater's piece. The last masterpiece.

Have you allowed a collision? Is there someone in your path that needs a collision of love and kindness to disrupt the frustration and discouragement that dogs them daily?  Allow yourself to be the dynamite in someone else's life today. Bringing a collision into view where they feel treasured, safe, and wanted. This Advent season, let's explode with love.

B is for Bowing

B is for Bowing

I think of the Great Creator I know. The One who seems so close I have felt is strong hand holding me when I feel lost and forgotten. That same presence that flooded my spirit as a little child. And when things got unsure and unsteady, I knew I was never alone. And the one who was able to think up us. Our quirkiness, our laugh, let alone our hair color and the way our noses wrinkle like no others. And then the miracle of growing a baby in my womb another one of His perfect designs, of the perfect timing of the bearing down and giving way to life. I stand in awe.

But then...the One who created all this, joins His creation. Becoming a seed and struggling through the life giving process to be chased and thrown out. They tried to push Him off a cliff until eventually they would just hang Him up high. He fought for breath to the bitter end. Thankfully it was our Savoir. With Him there is no end.

And this is where I have learned to bow down. Jesus did it first for me. He bowed down and came to creation. He bowed down and scooped up little children when He commanded, "Let the children come to me." He bowed down from lofty Heaven so that I would know Him and His love for me.

I have learned the that the art of mothering is bending and bowing. The stance of humility. Body language that brings calm and openness.I speak soft and look up into heart-broken, angry eyes, and I am received as one who cares. No pointed fingers, so harsh words or grabbing. Bowing down and waiting.

I give all I have to bend my knee and am rewarded with understanding. No greater gift. No sweeter victory. Healing. Today I will look for someone in a wheelchair, a small child in need of encouragement or correction, and I will bend low. I will smile and listen. Not bending to be heard, but bending to be loved.

Another day to give advent away.

A is for Advent

A is for the Advent Season
The best season of all.

Children and their sweet anticipation. Waiting expectantly and looking forward to the new and wanted that awaits them Christmas morning. Looking to serve and love. Looking for the reward in the smile of a stranger and in the joy of a word of encouragement.

Advent takes all that expectation and squeezes the best out of it. Hearts are open. People quicker to be peaceable and anger is dulled. The awareness of the presence of God here on earth heightens as we count down the days to His birthday.

Thanks has just been given a few days ago, as we know that all good things come after a time of thanks.

Great things happen when we want them too. Things do not necessarily go our way. God thoughts are not our thoughts, neither are His ways our ways (Isaiah 53:5-6) But if we watch and want, we will see these good things. Maybe we will take opportunity to be these good things.

The happiest people who live are those who give their lives away. So this is what we will do.

We will be intentional about giving advent away. We will not simply celebrate advent, we will become it. A soul waiting for the coming of their savoir. A friend reminded me not to long ago that there are few things that we can take with us to heaven, and one of them is our friends. We can love them to eternal life. We will live so that our good deeds will be seen. So that those around us will give glory to our Savior in whose name we find rest. Jesus. Come to earth so that we can be born into an eternal family.

Yesterday as I we began advent, I chose to serve those who need it most. The ones right in my own house. There is no place better to start the love cycle. There is no better way to change the world, than to start changing the atmosphere in my own home. So I start here. I stay up late in preparation and wake up early, so that those in my charge wake up to fresh sweet daily bread. We eat and remember. We admit our brokenness and give praise to the one who has made us whole. Whole people, a whole family. Stitched together with chords of love that cannot be broken.

Advent. The season of blessing. And it is only the beginning.

Head Rest

Clean space is head space. A clean heart is a peaceful heart.

The sigh of relief...I can feel it escape my tired body as I stand back and panorama the order that has returned do to my ruthless expression of energy and longing. If I can just get things put right.

If I can just get things back to order. If I can just get things under control.
Who's control?

And this is where I breath. I am becoming more and more like my Savior. Ever so gradually in ways that no one can see. I sense it in my soul and that is enough. Before where the overwhelming frustration would show up unwelcomed at the sight of the chaos strewn from wall to wall, now there is peace to meet the service challenge and energy to see the task through.

How great a blessing to be reminded that I am not alone. I have a constant helper who sticks closer than a friend. I worship and dance as I celebrate the opportunity to love my family in this way. As they dance together to loud music and happy heart, I steal away in loving service and give thanks.

It's time to rest. It's time to be filled and receive. Even in the work, in the daily grind, in the coming and going....my heart rests.

Perpetual Falling

Crushing leaves underfoot

Winds whirling around my flesh

Air whipping my eyes and lips

Raking up debris and remains

Something that was once new

Turned to dust

Don't get me wrong. I love the colors of Fall, the warm invitation of the indoors. I like the leaf piles and the apple picking. I am just not a big fan of the loss. What is it about Fall that frustrates me?

Perhaps its the loosing of something I enjoy. Already I am grieving the sunny days of sprinklers and swings. Gardening and running. 

Kiddos flinging doors wide open and thinking to myself... there is no need to shut it. 

The good things just don't seem to last. 

Do my dreams and hopes seem like decaying leaves under someone else's foot?

Maybe it is time to crush the head of the dream snuffer outer.

I always wonder what season comes first. Was it Spring? Where the whole Heavens and Earth were spoken into creation? Or maybe Summer where Adam and Eve were working in their perfect habitat and harvesting the constant fruit and vegetables that were available when their  palettes desired.  I can't believe it was the Fall that came first. 

The Fall came in perfect order. And how fitting that Satan would fall from Heaven as a withered leaf falls from it's lofty branch. And how fitting that he should entice the first people to fall into temptation that led them to hiding and shame. How fitting. That the fall comes after summer. Sounds like Creation, Rebellion. What comes next? 

The frosty bitter cold. The desire for rest and quiet. Winter.....Redemption. And then the blossoms of hope. All things brought back new. bigger and taller than before.... Restoration. Its real. The perpetual seasons. Mapped out as reminders.

This world will continue to twirl and we will continue to spin, but I trust in the One who orders every leaf to fall. All things held together by Him in balance and care.

I am feeling fall. I am falling down. Like a toddler. Falling and getting up. Hardly fazed by the consistent unsteadiness. I am getting a little jealous. How come some trees get to keep their leaves longer. I really don't want to give up my protection. I like to hide my core and my system of covering the ground where my root system lies hidden. I am not a fan of being an exposed twig. 

But I am just that. The Holy Scriptures remind us that God Himself allows the twigs to get bruised, but He does not allow them to be broke and or cut off. I feel bruised. So for now I will revel in the relating to Fall, because it doesn't last forever. There is another season coming. A season of rest, which leads to newness...

About that Kingdom living...I am thinking a whole lot of Spring!

Intentional Breaking

It is a grand thing to taste trust. There is no sweeter delight than rest. I am learning that these moments of crushing and bruising are not some freak accident. They are not a moment of weakness.

It is My Creator's intentional breaking.

He is orchestrating this to make happen the grandest jailbreak of all. He is rescuing me out of the darkness. Out of the chains that have me held down. Jesus himself trading His glorious body for one made from dust, to come and free me from the hold of the false idols I have allowed to hold me. The deception that happened in the very beginning. The script has been written and yet I still live like I don't know the final scene...

To think I put my hope in the deceptions and lies that they caused me. But I did, and I have paid. And I have learned.

And now I know. I believe in the One who holds me in the palm of His hand. I know and believe that My God, He cares for me. Enough to let me learn to turn to Him. My Great Keeper of my soul. Forever waiting, never rejecting.

Watch me run. Here I come. Father catch me.

Insatiable Search

Some days are just to get things done. I am tasting the “time for all things” That Solomon expresses. I can understand how he pushes all of his senses to find something new, something refreshing. Everything for that first moment…ah.. But then it is passed and we search on.

Until you find that it is the search. The insatiable search to find the Living Water for my unstoppable search for purpose and meaning. The joy in knowing my Shepherd. Hearing Him call me to this or to that. All the love being poured out of my as it is simultaneously poured in. A free flow of grace that is quenched and a heart that is filled.

And my bones, the reason cried that they should be weary and spent. It is the supernatural that reigns. They are reenergized and invigorated!

This is why prayer comes before the service. Laying up storage tanks of energy and making the strong ties to my Creator strong, as they are needed as the waves of outpouring crash against my flesh. But these chords of three strands do not fray. I am filled with my soul lover’s Spirit and the calm waters of gratitude and thankfulness fill my heart!

Oh the joy! Oh the rest! Even in this. 

Though I work all the day my soul finds peace. 

Of the love! Even in this!

Box Hopping

I am a divergent. I saw pictures into my own mind tonight. From the imagination of another, I am reminded of the frailty of the rarity in my mind to stay true to what I am truly experiencing. I am not a class, I am not of an age group. I have senses that take me beyond what others can see, feel, and touch. I am always in the present, but am constantly sensing the what is behind me and what I will soon be facing. I am on the verge of insanity everyday as I wait on the LORD in desperation to give me my daily duties and instruction. These lists come so gently, most would miss them. They are whispered across my conscious so delicately, that without intention, they would be missed and my life wold begin the slow crumble.

I have heard so often descriptions of learners and personality types, what kind of worker we are or a parenting style. right brained, left brained? I have learned that when all of the stereo types fit, I fit none of them.

I remember in school, getting so angry at the teacher telling us to think beyond the box. I would start feeling free with my writing or questions. Only to be cut of in the midst of exploration and creativity, Have you ever thought how cruel it is to cut off a creative in such a vulnerable moment? To leave all their thoughts exposed creates an identity massacre.

The truth is, they were never saying think outside the box. What they were truly saying was come over to my little box. Come explore and appreciate my agenda. There is a very sad part to this thinking. Here there is no freedom. There is always an end with a gloating person who thinks that their ideas are the best and the greatest and to follow them would mean success for whatever space they occupy. Nothing is further from the truth.

Following any man…leads to bondage. Either in this realm or the next one. There is not freedom for the man who follows another. It’s all box hopping.

But to follow the One who is greater. The Creator of all that fills our senses. The one who fills my intuition and rescues my soul from corruption. He is my leader and I know Him by His forever whisper that came into my senses when I was so young. Born I was to hear Him and know Him. To be filled with wonder as I enjoy the light in the woods and the lonely robin wandering around the trees like I wander around in my life. I enjoy Him as the little birds hops and sings. I am reminded that my Creator enjoys me as I hop and sing. 

So this is my divergence. To stay off the nomad path of distraction and labels, and release myself from the stereotypes and boxes. I will fix the eyes of my heart on the Author and Perfecter of my faith; Knowing that He will lift me up with loving-kindness, that He will continue to call my life for purpose, and in His time He is making me beautiful. (paraphrase of Hebrews 12) 

Prepared Flexibility

Prepared. What does it look like to be prepared? Can one know fully what is coming and have order ready to meet the moment?

Prepared. For dinner? For the event? For loss? For love?

Prepared....I can't see what is coming.

For reasons that the Lord knows and I can't see, I will be loosing another one of my fondest friends. Not in total loss, but in spacious loss. I have a big family. Three hours might as well be three days. I had a great loss five months ago, and here I am loosing again. Is their preparation to loosing a dear, daily friend. My morning, understanding, exercise partner who can read my grunts and not take personal not enough words or too many words?

Seasons seem to be cycling too fast. So much change. In me around me. My pulse still seems slow, but slow moments are rare and surprisingly awkward. It takes time to settle in and rest after the rush about of a family needing to be loved.

The flexible never get bent out of shape.
We just keep being bent and remade. Some bends make us a great deal stronger. Others weaken us and we must be reinforced. Its a wise person who knows the difference. Who knows and understands themselves, so that others are not harshly bent while being allowed to be made weak.

I rest amidst all this because of one thing. I am a pot in progress. My maker is the potter and He has not set me to dry. Yet. I am still wet clay being worked and formed. I was taken as a small child when I  asked to be put on His wheel, and not once has He left me spinning. All the while my emotions, vision, and unbelief work to hold my own stubborn way, but I will work hard to be flexible. I will rest. I will allow the tugging, the adding, the taking away. The scraping and carving. Sometime He spins me and other times he builds me with His very own sensitive, quiet, intentional hand. But the one thing I know is that He never once has turned away from me. I see where He has held me steady. Not allowing the structure of my life to collapse. Because that structure in me...it is Him.

So old things dwindled make space for new things. This beautiful weaving of threads and joys and sorrows and fresh life.

I trust the Potter, I trust the Weaver, the greatest painter who has never painted the sky the same. Not even one sky matching another. Ever. He has never created two things absolutely identical. There is always somethings different....people, trees, flowers. My creator is the ultimate Creator.

I will rest in His hands.
The only space where I am safe.
I will not break.

So I am prepared. To do the good thing. To Rest and trust. Wait and love. Pray and hope. Work and care. I am prepared to go. To see and do. To give and share. To take the joy in my heart and spill.

When I am close to Him....That is preparation. 

Evil Issue

This just in:

"This is not just about me."

I have been shared a great truth, indirectly and I am so overjoyed at God's protection in our family.

My very handsome husband and I have had a very rocky marriage. In the last two years things have calmed, and in the last year we have began growing in a consistent love and appreciation for one another. As I look back on what we lived through, I am amazed at what God has accomplished and what we have endured, but I get it now.

We weren't fighting each other. We were and are fighting evil.

I have heard recently the quote, "The issue isn't the issue. The issue is control." This is it. control.
Who is in control? Evil likes it when He is in control, and He is in control when I am taking control.

It is not totally God in control, until I ask Him to take it. And even then, I have to let go of it to Him.

That's my job. To rest in Jesus, to let go of it all to Him. To listen for His desires and to follow in obedience with the peace and joy He provides.

And Satan will do all He can to keep me from trusting God. Why? Because if He can take out my peace and create in me a hot mess, it will impact my marriage, and if he can make my marriage a hot mess, it will impact my children. And if I am not trusting Jesus, my kids won't trust Jesus.

This is the reality. I am already sealed. It's not about me anymore. It's about my children...and their children...and their children. Satan thinks ahead. He is not stupid. He has a game plan every time.

This life of obedience is good for me, but it is absolutely necessary for my children. They won't believe if they can't hear. They can't hear if it's not being shared. It can't be shared if we don't have it to share.

I have to fill up! It's no longer optional. It's life or death for my family.

Jesus said He desires none should parish. Me too.

Love's Retreat

God meets me in The Shed. I can't explain it. Door open, birds chirping, the children jumping and giggling outside. He is here. It's sad to look back on the many years of my life when I would be still and feel alone, forgotten, and abandoned.
But today I am so filled with His love. Any time that I can be with Him I steal away from the world. I abandon dishes, wet clothes sitting in a wet clump, and the toys strewn from one door to another.

While the children play, I pray.

I am like a child in this game of hide and seek. Me hiding from my world and seeking Jesus. Except that today He is easily found. Sometimes I wait, but this season is ripe and His fullness of love I carry with me.

I once felt bad for taking advantage of the quiet moments to soak up the Savior's love and sit at His feet. I thought I should play with the children more, or continue in my attentiveness to them. But then He stirred in me a great joy. He shared His longing to be with me.

The Lover of my soul is jealous for me. He calls me, "Seek Me first and all these things shall be added." I feel my head relax and I grin. This is romance.

So I share with you like a schoolgirl telling her dearest friend. Seek Him while He may be found! It is  a crazy romance. Unpredictability and delight are the trademarks. He has more for me everyday, every year, every season. "Taste and see that He is good."

I feel this season's sweetness and know I am being filled for what is ahead.  I revel in the now. I don't let my imagination go anywhere. I stay here with Him. I enjoy this.

Mom's who take time to pray,
grow what is important.
It's the only way;

To nurture and care for our tender flock,
We listen and wait
we don't watch the clock.

Jesus is calling
do not delay
joy is waiting for you today.

I want to be a joy filled person, a peace filled person.

So when I am shaken I will spill good stuff.

Bitter Dam

Jesus has removed everything that hinders and blocks my relationship to Him. He came and lived and died. He proclaimed it is finished, and then He came back to life! 

I have realized that when I feel the distance in my communication with Jesus, it isn't His end of the line that is being cut off. Its mine.

When Moses led the people out of Egypt, they people often grumbled. I grumble. They were thirsty. I get thirsty. At many points in their weakness, they became greatly swayed by their discomfort. I get weak and get stuck. They openly admitted that it would have been better if they had never left Egypt. Egypt, where they were enslaved and mistreated! Moses, their chosen leader, turned to God and prayed. The flock of God's people were a burden for Him to lead. I have been chosen as a leader and I feel the burden, too.

God then provided water, but it was too bitter for the people to drink.

I think about my own circumstances. I look at the life God has provided me with the eyes of my flesh, and I think that it is not very good. My thoughts turn sour in the routine. I think that maybe this is not what God has because it isn't easy or fun most of the time. I don't see purpose, but a lot of daily menial tasks that run the corse of my day until the sun goes down. Some days turn right into night.

Then God turned Moses. The great Shepard told Moses to take a log that was within reach. God opened Moses eyes to see it, and instructed moses throw it into the water. Moses obeyed and the water was made sweet.

My marriage, my home, my community, it is the perfect training ground for my pilgrimage to Heaven. I need only to look to my Shepard to show me the tools that He has laden about me that will bring the sweetness to my life and the lives around me. To take the bitter in my life and turn it sweet. He used a tree... roots and hardwood, twigs and green leaves. hmmm....a normal, nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary, thing.

It is at the place where God made the water sweet for His people, that He warned them, and blessed them. 

" 'If you will diligently listen to the voice of the Lord your God, and do that which is right in His eyes, and give ear to His commandments and keep all His statutes, I will put none of the diseases on you that I put on the Egyptians, FOR I AM THE LORD YOUR HEALER. '

Then they came to Elim and their were twelve springs of water, and seventy palm trees."

Exodus 15:16-27 (emphasis mine)

The couldn't see one tree until they looked with God's blessed, wisdom filled eyes. But when they saw, they obeyed. And when they obeyed, they were blessed exponentially.

God's blessings do come through pain and uncertainty. We see who he is when we are out of options and He is all there is left. His voice and His visions are clearer when we lean in close out of desperation. When panic drives us to Jesus, He becomes the calm and canceled the crazy.

Ask Jesus to give you vision for His purpose in your circumstances. Ask him to give you God goggles to see what He has provided for you from His perspective.

I have made many wonderful friends over the years. I would meet people think, "this isn't going anywhere." Then it wold come to fruition to be a meaningful lasting friendship. Other times, people I thought I would be so close to...those relationships seemed to fizzle. I want to be a friend who trusts God. With my marriages, my homes, my children, my friends.  I have learned my job in a relationship is to always be patient and loving. Never manipulating and controlling. What freedom!

I am stepping back again today and I am looking. 

Jesus, I ask you to come and make the bitter waters of my heart sweet. Let your aroma fill my thoughts, communication, and actions. Let the debris of my discontent and lack of closeness with you be freed so that the currents of your living water can come and wash my life clean. All for your glory*

Fulfilled Imagination

It is ringing in my mind a couple of summers ago I was praying. I enjoy the children playing in the grass and the quiet alone moments that summer brings. As I was praying I started to imagine what could happen if we did this and went there. How this or that could shape the children and allow the Lord to use them with that. I got too far down the road and I hear my Shepard's voice..."If you really want to live, turn your imagination over to me."
I stopped in my track of thinking and immediately asked God to take it. that I was offering it. And many time when I dream I stop and invite Him to take over not just my thoughts, but my days.

But then I open my eyes. And reality is so different. Heaven is so beautiful and orderly. People are kind. No one is grabby or greedy. But here....it just seems like nothing ever gets finished. Laundry, bills, errands, cleaning, healthy meals, it creeps up and piles up. It threatens to drown my dreamy self.
And somewhere in this midst of this I wonder...is this my calling?
Could God really have called me to this?
What about that talent?
I want to bring you glory, but this can't be it?
Wasn't this all around me a gift from you?
Can I serve so many people who don't like me?
Did You give me the desires that formed my dreams?
Isn't having a calling making an impact for good?
I haven't made a dent, let alone an impact...

Egypt was training ground. Is this my Egypt? The chosen children grumbled and stumbled. Your promise says I am chosen. Their big egos were sanded down by the desert living and still by Providence there shoes didn't wear out. Mercies are new every morning.

So many stories of people in the scriptures whose dreams wore out, and never in their imaginations did they see the blessing coming on a cloud like it did.
Sarah, Rebekah, Jochabed, Hannah, Bathsheba, and Elizabeth are all women who come to my attention at the moment. Living in expectation. Day after day after day... And then Mary. Our Creator threw her whole family for a loop with His way of doing things.

God's way of doing things tend to repeat in one sense. There is nothing new under the sun. Although it is often timing and details that makes the mysterious, it is the situations that repeat again and again. That of course is why scripture is so delightfully connecting to our daily circumstances. Because although the characters and geography change, it is still the same feelings, similar situation, same sin. same blessing, it's just our turn.

And waiting. Some of the heroins in the bible did such a fine job of preoccupying themselves with life and goodness and responsibility and not wallow in their situation. Others jump the gun and take matters in their own hands. Paying for it plenty. Either way we get to read it in a matter of pages. In our lives things feel a little different.... longer?

The day may come when things change, but most likely waiting came before the day of change.
Waiting. WaitING. WAITING.
Whether good or bad, nothing slows time down more that waiting.

I remember my first pregnancy. The first 30 weeks went so fast, but that last three lasted, what felt like, the previous thirty. And with the children who came later...after knowing what to expect. Those last few nights were dreadfully long. But oh the miraculous blessing in the end.

All of time hangs on this concept. Even the cosmos.
As expectation builds, so does the battle to wait well, and so does time slow and the war wages for Peace to return.

God is with us. Peace is here. All of those things piles still looming and still undone. But I can feel the expectation in my heart. The promised land. Like the Israelites who looked across the river. Freedom on the horizon. It's here, revealing itself in mysteries that only One can unravel yet.
Oh but I trust. I fold and trust. I wash and trust, I sing and trust, I feed and trust.

Joanne Shetler in her book And the Word Came with Power writes in closing something that is churning with transformation of belief in me, "And besides, I've never quite figured out just how to bring God glory. But I have learned to surrender my dreams to Him. And he has made the reality of living according to His plan even better than my greatest dreams."

Real Darknes

A little girl from up the hill came to our home. With her cheerful step and curly blond ponytail, she just wanted to be a part of things. A gaggle of girls snuggled in on the floor and I asked them if I could tell them a story.

I shared of a women who spent herself so much in one day that some days ran together. She walked the streets of the poorest of places, she comforted the sickest of people all ages. She knew no division of people. All were created by God to know love. To receive it and give it. People created  for relationship, for family. This remarkable woman searched the world to find those who needed a family and she became a sister, a mother, a nurse, a comforter. She devoted her life to being a channel of Christ's grace, mercy, and love. Oh Mother Theresa, you have been Christ's light in our generation. I pray we continue on! In the hard path you trod. In following Jesus. For us to follow.

Much to think about, and many questions later... Chipper Girl sleepily asks, "Is there a hell?".

Oh little one! If my words could change anything that is what I would change! But, I have no power. The story has been written. It's up to us to do our part. To bring His Kingdom come and dispel the power of the dark under place. "Yes, there is. The Bible is very clear about Hell. It is real and I pray everyday that people call on Jesus' name and be spared the agony of going there."

My mind reeled as the girls drifted off to sleep. Lord, could I pretend there wasn't a hell? How would that effect my daily life? And His answer surprised me. Hell means responsibility for me. If I know it is real and there is an opportunity to save those I have contact with from such destruction, I have to do all I can! I will love them to Jesus. but without Hell, it just doesn't matter. Whatever works for them....

But IT IS REAL.

Lord help me to bring the Truth in Love everywhere I go. Fill me with Your Holy Spirit full of grace. That I will be Your hands and Your feet and Your mouth, to this world who doesn't know how much they need you.

Spent Cycle

Cast out.     Rejected.     Accepted.       Forgiven.     Made new.

This seems to be the cycle of the story of one called for use by The Most High. As I look over the last years of my life or even zoom through them, pausing at the moments with the greatest impact, I see this cycle. It isn't a list of describing words over the course of a life, it is repeated over and over through the days of ones earth time.

Before I would have been different, I would have said that thing to fit in, I would have done that forgivable thing to join in. No more, if I can help it. Christ came close to being pushed off a cliff by His own people, at this point I would rather join Him. (Luke 4:29)

I have felt it enough now. I feel the wrenching in my gut.

Partiality.      Greed.     Selfishness.      Self-righteousness.     Inclusiveness.

At first you wonder what you are doing wrong. What is wrong with me? Then when you draw near to God after the rejected step, You feel His acceptance. You will see what you are doing right. And don't think for a moment that this is coming from people who are blatantly rejecting Jesus. If you are living like Jesus, its the person who thinks they have things figured out that will level you the most. Stand guard.

Lord, I beg You teach people to worship!
Oh the moments in the quiet. I sit still and envision God on the throne. Here I am. A child on my Purposeful-Creator-Father's lap. My heart is warm, my mind is filled with wonder. My imagination runs wild with Love and musings beyond these flesh, wood, and plant covered spaces.

He whispers the reminder, "the stone that the builder's rejected has become the cornerstone." (Acts 4:11; Psalm 118:22)"Trust me. Look to me. Worship only me."

And if you spend yourselves... (Isaiah 58:10) Every last bit. Just today. Tomorrow has enough worries of its own... (Matt 6:34) Just for today. Let everything you have be poured out, used up.

Used up when your beaten down, poured out when your breath is sucker punched in, every last energy spent when you are on the verge of debt... The calling is on you. Jesus needs stones for building. Building His Pure Church. His Pure Bride.

"then your light will rise in the darkness,
    and your night will become like the noonday.
 The Lord will guide you always;
    he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
    and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
    like a spring whose waters never fail.
 Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
    and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
    Restorer of Streets with Dwellings." (Isa 58:10-12)

mmmm...Sounds like REVIVAL!!!

That's His Kingdom come. That is His Will being done. On earth so that the atmosphere is like heaven.
Don't forget we don't live by flesh and blood (Eph. 6:12)...we depend on the Word of the Lord (Matt 4:4).

"Until then let me continually glow and burn out for thee,
    and when the last great changes shall come let me awake in thy likeness,
    leaving behind me and example that will glorify thee
    while my spirit rejoices in heaven,
    and my memory is blessed upon earth,
    while those that follow me praising thee for my life."
                                    -Retrospect and Prospect
                                     The Valley of the Vision, Puritan Prayers

By Him everything was created, Through Him is all is sustained, To Him it is all going. We really do have everything to loose. So pour it out. Spend it. Bring on His Kingdom!