Friday, September 28, 2012

Five Minute Friday :: Grasp


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Go ::

Such a polarizing word…this grasp.

I find in the insecure and anxious I grasp with all of the fear of losing all that I have and of never being able to get it back, so I grasp in a full lack of faith.

I grasp for the proverbial straws of self-worth amidst the chaotic movements of people all over the world…women I know and love to which I compare myself.

I find myself grasping for the strength from some empty depleted internal barrel of pulling myself through this humanly impossible journey…

I find myself grasping for something to name my own significance in the midst of all that’s showing I have no consequence in a world where I am incompetent…

BUT there is a turning to the same that is the saving faith of Tozer…that gazing upon a saving God a soul that yearns and clings and yes, this grasping is an internal magnetic pull

I grasp the life-blood of a Saviour as He pours it out over and above and behind and before and upon and in so that it would ooze into the inmost places.

And in this grasping there is the fervent fight of the orphan who is clinging to all that makes her whole and in a desperation grasping the hands and heart of the Only One who can save.



Friday, September 21, 2012

Five Minute Friday :: Wide

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Go ::

Someday, maybe, I’ll write a children’s book and it will be based on this I started to say to my son when he was pudgy and squishy and my heart couldn’t contain the love…it still can’t and never will…

I love you high as the sky

I love you deep as the sea

I love you WIDE as the ocean

And I love you long as the world is round…

I love you all of these.

And there is a wide~ness a vastness that we tap into as our hearts expand as mama’s and papa’s.  New sweet lives that change ours forever.  We commit to weather every storm…no matter what comes and fight with all we are for the lives entrusted to us.

But that wide~ness is the treasure of the heart of God.  In being given this awesome privilege to love our children, we learn in ways that we would not otherwise, what is the heart of God.  We become more like He who carries our sorrows and shares our griefs who tends His flock as a shepherd and gathers the lambs in His arms and gently leads those who have young.

And we learn that it is an overwhelming beyond description love that is claimed for us and one that no matter how much we see our own hearts grow into likeness as we love our children, it is still but this tiniest taste of the height, breadth, depth and length of the love of God



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Uprooting :: Golden Threads for the Journey {Part 5}

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Do you ever find that the same message is coming to you over and over again from just about everywhere you turn?

I certainly do.  Knowing that there is a God who orchestrates the affairs of our lives to place us exactly where we are in.every.way. in order to commune with us and transform us into His glorious nature is a mesmerizing, life-altering truth.

This golden thread is as much about the journey that we take as it is the truth itself.

A thankful heart {truly is} a happy heart.  And a happy heart is a contented, peaceful heart.

And that thankfulness is all about perspective.  And perspective takes work.  Mental work.  It comes through taking every thought captive and making it obedient to Christ and through dwelling on the good and lovely and praiseworthy and the constant renewal of our minds.

And the beauty, the true beauty, of the journey to this perspective is that it ONLY comes through the strength and power of a vital relationship with God.

If it was ‘easy’ to be thankful, or to always see the positive, where would we need God?  Every other religion offers this man-made peace and happiness but without Jesus, so what is the difference for us?

The difference is that our happiness is not an end in itself but it is a means of our lives lifting up the One who will be praised for all eternity.  It is also a journey and one that can only come from true humility and a depth of understanding of our own weakness. 

This kind of thankfulness, of dwelling on the good and being at peace with our lives is so much more than positive thinking.  Its limits are boundless.  We receive the indwelling presence of Christ who leads the way through anything that comes.  We receive in faith the truth of His conquering, victorious, resurrection power. 

It is too amazing for us to comprehend the depths of love and submission to the will of God that were necessary for our Savior to leave His heavenly dwelling and come to live among us and drink the cup of punishment that sent Him to the depths of Hell.  But it is enough for us to be awed and to worship and to claim the reality of His consummately full and eternal victory, not partial or temporary, but forever Redemption.

And when our lives are set on the backdrop of a perspective that trusts a good God who knows the end from the beginning, there is no potential for the dark plans of the Enemy to win in our lives.  His schemes are rooted in the perspective of here and now and all that is dead, fallen and decaying.  And when we embrace thoughts that say that the bad is winning or this negative circumstance has final and forever say, then we shut out the presence of God. 

I stumble and fall and lose this perspective so much!  But I praise God that His truth is powerful.  It is much of the battle to know the truth that is deeper.  To stake our hearts here and know well the retreat from the oft overwhelming here-and-now into eternal perspective that is a radical and victorious way of fighting for a thankful, peaceful and content heart.

As I see this golden thread woven into my own journey, I not only commune with the living God, but with those precious people in my life who are now Home forever.  Like my Mama and her Mama, my Mor Mor, whose clear countenances in that great cloud of witnesses cheer me onward to Heaven where the blessed and peaceful life I taste in dimly reflected form here will brighten into the full blown colors of Eternity.





Friday, September 7, 2012

Five Minute Friday :: Graceful


Oh LORD let this my prayer be::

Graceful as I rise to live for thee

Graceful as I walk in days unknown

Graceful in the moments that count

Graceful in the quiet full

Graceful when the harsh doubts probe

Graceful even when it costs

Graceful because for You it cost…everything

Graceful in the midday prayer

Graceful as I lift little souls out of my care

Graceful in the breeze’s rest

Graceful to lift hands in praise

Graceful filled to overflowing be

Graceful all given whole-heartedly to thee

Graceful in the little things

Graceful in the relationship that matters most

Graceful with him who showers the pattern of Your Grace

Graceful in a way that transforms

Graceful in a touch that heals

Graceful when all demands just reward

Graceful to receive the infinite unmerited

And so, Graceful to give infinitely unmerited

Graceful as a song of heart of hearts

Graceful truly for this is what pleases Thee

Graceful always and forever

Gracefully increasing in communion with the King of

Graceful, infinitely, and You will ever  be.



Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Uprooting :: Golden Threads for the Journey {Part 4}

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the  more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

~ II Corinthians 12:9-10

This is certainly not a new truth, but one that is being revived in my heart and this new life to which we have been called.

I have affirmed again just how weak I am.  The brokenness which yields faith that gives eyes to see the Grace that passionately pursues is then able to embrace weakness.  Why? Because here is an opportunity to bring Glory to the Only One Worthy.  As the knowledge of my weakness leads me to call out to He who is ALL that is Strong, I then am able to prove my faith.  This is Who He says He is :: My Strength.  My Life.  My Song.

And He who is faithful will never, ever, EVER abandon the cry of the weak.  Rather, He delights in my weakness, knowing that it leads me to Him.

Probably the darkest part of this journey since we moved overseas, is the presence of those nagging lies.  At the core there is a thousand ways known that terrifying fear that I am going to sink this ship and ruin my husband’s calling and the great opportunities in store for my kids in a life overseas.

And no affirmation from any person can defeat that lie.  No amount of self-talk can climb out of a pit where that darkness mires.  There is only one way out and it is always, always, always the better part ::

The gaze of my soul upon a saving God.

The eyes of my Beloved Savior saying,

“Dear One, this is why I have come.  Bring to me your tired and weary and weak, your oh-so-weak.  They are jewels waiting to be harvested in the Great Mystery of the Father and I coming to make our Home in YOU.  Through the power of My Love, My Own Dear Self being made your very own, you shine like a star in the Heavens.  The conduit of the light that changes you and lifts me up before a watching world, is the fabric of your frailty.”

And there is victory here alone.  And I have known defeat enough to taste the sweetness of this victory.  And I shout a cry of joy from the depths of my soul for the calling to a life where the stepping out is the only way.  And, most, I thank Him for all of my weakness and the Much Afraid that does not conquer new things easily.  For it is His way of making my life a song where





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