Friday, May 31, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Imagine

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Imagine…

A world where there was only one voice.

Where there was a melody

that aching hearts could hear

and it was louder than the din of

a million sounds, sights, internet waves…

A place where you could be safe

to know an be known.
To love and be loved.

To find the truth really does
set you free.

Where the hearts of one speak to

the hearts of another…

Where you let go of your striving

and finally rest in the work

done for you.

Where the things of material value

lose their value; almost

as if your eyes cannot see them.

And the things that do not pass

away, that cannot be seen

Actually become your reality.

Where you shed the trappings of a life

that has you running frayed and frenzied

and embrace a peace that nothing,

and I mean NOTHING, can interrupt.

Imagine you never had that clinging

sense of guilt but lived in full

vision of your great need and the

Savior who has already supplied it all…

forever and ever and ever.

And when you see the people around you, you really

see them.  You can look into eyes and not

be afraid of what you might find

for what you yourself know in the depths of

your being is more than enough to meet it.

The Perfect Love that is promised, is here. 

It is casting out every fear and oh that my heart

and yours will be willing to embrace it like

we’ve always dreamed we could.

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Friday, May 17, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Song

 

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A la la here and a doo doo there

And an English song here and a

Hungarian there or even a Spanish one

these days as I prepare to use this language as I haven’t

in a year.

A worship song to pull us together and to Him in our car

as we wax the wheels and drive the roads

of our new life

It seems like song has woven together all of the

parts and the worlds that meet in

our family these days.

My daughter follows her namesake with a true

love for music.  She is a pro at

the Hungarian songs she has been learning in

school…her favorite performed on demand before family and friends

here and across the ocean is about a katicabogár {lady bug}.

And I think of the tears in my eyes as her class at school

joined hands and sang in a beautiful little clear voice harmony

a Hungarian folk song.  And I felt so alive, so very, very, very

blessed to call another country my home.

And I think about my sweet hubby who loves rap and

has fired himself up and our kids with this song.

How his laid back heart is stoked to life and he is

ready to walk the streets with the Gospel…calling out

in a humble yet persistent way, these above-all-others

words of Life…praying for someone ready to hear.

And I remember the song of Creation not sung in English or Hungarian or Greek

or Spanish or Hebrew…that song of creation the first words of man

in a language that the whole world could understand

And I remember this is the song that calls again to us

in between countries and cultures and a whole wide world

ready, oh-so-ready, yearning, breaking, longing for the song

of a God that will set them free…

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Friday, May 10, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Comfort

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The thing that came to mind when I thought of comfort today was

words

Words spoken late at night with the husband I love to the depths of my soul

Words to heal and words that are so limited without the Spirit of God.

It seems like comfort and words are too, too often opposed

Pat answers and spiritual platitudes are 101 courses for too many, including me

who love God

And then life happens and pain & struggles bear down & words lose

their surface meaning and start to burrow deep.

Sometimes comfort comes in silence, the absence of words, which is

really allow space for the right ones to grow

to one day flow when someone needs them the most.

But it is the words of God echoed in the hidden caverns of the heart

that are meant to bring the greatest warmth a soul can know.

Things like the rejoicing over us that He gives, the poetry of a prophet

that rains down the smile of Heaven when our spirits are downcast.

The cries of the psalmist that remind us that we are not alone…the agony

of this fallen world has never been a stranger to any honest moment in time…

The journey of our Savior where words were spoken in love’s economy with razor-sharp

precision to wound & heal, to bind up brokenhearted to set captives free with the truth

that is the heart and worth of every true comfort for you, for me, for a weeping hurting weary world

in desperate need of these words of Life.

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Friday, May 3, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Brave

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There was a time when I may

have thought I was brave.

I jumped at new chances

with the passion of a tidal wave.

Fear seemed far away

and the possibilities endless…

And it is often with a twinkle

of nostalgia that I peer back in time

to those days of seeming invincibility.

But this I call to mind and therefore

I have hope ::

Because of the LORD’S GREAT LOVE

I AM NOT CONSUMED

HIS COMPASSIONS THEY NEVER FAIL

HIS MERCIES ARE NEW EVERY MORNING.

For you see, I traveled with him

in these days of young and brave but

I had yet to find the end of myself

in a heart that could be broken,

betrayed, and cry with the grief down deep

of a world gone wrong.

I came home weak after days of courage waned

and I cared for a mama eaten away by cancer.

And the prayers of hope died a slow death that

she would be healed in this life.

And there are other private pains that took

my once brave and squashed it with a cold hand of steel.

But that is not the end of the story…

is it for you?

I have learned these past 10 years of a brave

that lays my naked soul upon an altar of

surrender.  That merges all of its

brightest hopes and dreams with

the light of the world to come and when

I ache to see that world come here. NOW.

My brave cries frail and full and weeps

upon the bed of this world’s sorrow and asks

for the strength to live in any small, miniscule

way that would buff the dull pictures too many

have of the God who is LIFE & more and the

only faithful for all the ages past and all the

ages to come…Embodied brave that molecule by molecule

is conquering till the end and bringing to life a life that will never end.

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