I may have posted this before. Which, is irrelevant.
It rained again today. I would be ignorant if I tried to deny He was reminding me of last week. Something new is on its way. This drought is ending, and the lifeless are being given new hope. There is so much power in just the sheer name of Jesus. I thought this week I had lost sight of that, but no, so much is to come.
What if we slept with the lights on.
It’s not eco-friendly, but, what if we, slept.
And the lights stayed on.
But, it’s hard, I suppose to sit while the light
remains and find rest enough to pass.
I’d be so excited, it’d be so much fun.
So much…
Even just the lamp, though. Enough to see the frame of the room,
Enough to know that something is there.
That will get me through the night.
Enough to shine.
Yes, just one is fine.
Leave the lamp on. It’s pleasing.
Yes, the lamp, the wooden one.
It sings.
He’s the one I see right through
She’s the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertips
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
She the sea I’m sinkin’ in
He’s the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can’t tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
Oh, aren’t we a pretty, pretty pair?
Yes, we are
All, all the king’s horses
And all of his men
Couldn’t tear us apart
Dancing with a ball and chain
Through it all we still remain
Like butterflies around a flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away
this is my life.
we are jedi’s
YES PLEASE!
If you would have asked me a few weeks ago, “What’s God doing in your life?” I probably would have said, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing” and then continued on with my business. In fact, I was in such a valley that I was turned off to merely listening to someone have a conversation about Jesus. Let’s…
“Rest in worship.”
There is nothing so large that is so personal as God. So expansive that is so precise. Nothing is greater than the Father in the big and the small. To the strong He brings weakness, and to the weak He brings about strength.
Peace is a voice in silence, and is silence is the clamor. God is not one sided. He sees and knows and brings about all things because of his humility. So humility is the ability to stand between weakness and strength with peace.
because peace is
sweet surrender
release
submission
power
The Creation of the Father is always greater than the creation of man.
“Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his” Ps100:3
There’s a sense all around me that things are changing. Life is different. A sense of “Happy Christmas,” but there was never a war.
There’s a sense all around me that people are changing. New rooms for living, meal plans for buying, lives for living. Freshness. I feel like someone took a Sam’s-Club-sized Febreze bottle, poured it all over my stuff, made all my friends drink it, and soaked my contacts in it as well…(painful)
There’s a sense all around me that stories are changing. A whole new world— a whole, NEW world. A whole new kingdom of living. A new playground, but here there is no mulch or rubber shavings, only the overflow of hope that lingers from yesterday. Hope that things that have already happened will have new meaning. That what is over is also part of this eternity, too.
There’s a sense all around me that hearts are changing. United relationships, tales of summer, heart-stirring loyalty. And this loyalty. It’s reflective. It’s reflexive. It says something about value and purpose. It is a loyalty to the Truth. And He is good.
There’s a sense all around me that I am changing. It happens. It must happen. It will happen. Change around is change within, or at least this is my choice. Today is a new day. Now is the day of the Lord’s favor. Because Hope is an orientation. And Life is a choice. Choose Him.
I dare you to pray for passion.
The question of my heart right now.
The question that won’t go away.
The question that God refuses to answer.
The question that excites as well as scares me to death.
“Beyond mountains there are mountains.”
May I never know the answer to all of my questions.
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by Robert Frost - 1947
O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud —
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says “I burn.”
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
Venice
The moment you realize that your story is being written by someone else, someone who is not you, motivation changes. But this happens when your are humble enough to believe the author of life is writing something great.
Well, I decided to believe this recently. I don’t know what I believed before, but I didn’t just decide, “I’m going to become best friends with the story teller”. The opposite actually happened. I became such friends with the author, and He told me what he was doing. Like, I started listening to him and asking him about his heart for me.
It’s so funny how sometimes we, in the delusion that we are writing our own story, think that we can hand the pen to others. Here write some of my life for me through your position or status. Do something cool in my life to make my story awesome, fellow human—what?! Bogus. But it is so easy to do. And then you live like the best publisher in the world, going around to others and asking them to write a little, only to judge or measure it’s pop or spunk or [fill in the blank].
First, I was a little scared at the reality of the truth. But now I’m starting to realize that the Author is full of grace and mercy. Full of more grace and mercy and love than anyone else ever. He also has the perspective of …creation itself. And if I was choosing to mental-ize the way that he was going to save my life and be my Salvation, why was I limiting the way in which he is doing that. So live in the fullness of your Salvation by allowing Christ to write your story. And the more you do so, the more beautiful he will make your life!
Alter call: If unclear, I’m talking about Jesus Christ. Literally the greatest man alive. He’s changing everything about me, being the constant in my life, revolutionizing everything. Making my heart into something of value. Saving the nations, calling forth a generation. Doing so much more than Harry Potter ever could. He has captivated millions for centuries. I will one day enter the Kingdom of Heaven because of this beautiful man. He is one of my truest friends. I get excited thinking about Him. Coolest thing about him, he literally wants to be friends with everyone. It is safe to hand him the pen for your life, and he promises to make the story end with epic. What a magnificent, glorious being. And he has spent a lot of time with God, he even calls him the Father. And he taught me to call him Father! I could, and will go on, but I will end this post with his anthem. Love. He taught me to love. Jesus is an expression of love from the Father. God literally is love.
So if ever I refer to a higher power, it’s Him, it’s Jesus!
