Friday, July 26, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Broken

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Go ::

There’s a broken and it meets you at the street corner.  Sometimes it is messy on the outside and asking for money, for some coins or some shoes.  And there’s a broken inside that soul that is the journey of that life on the corner.  Sometimes there is a broken on the outside that is actually a healer within and you have to ask and learn and seek to find the treasure.

And there’s a broken on the pathway to the beach and you have a husband who is taking the kids for some ice cream and he just has to stop.  And he sits down and asks questions in the mix we now call Hunglish and there is a broken that is allowing the light to seep in.  And this new friend, this young man he wants hope & heaven and he is trying, trying, trying, but he just can’t get there…and he hears of the One who did it all and he says ‘yes’ and prays on that bench on the way to ice cream for a whole new life…

And there’s a broken that meets me in a long day and looks at me with my mother’s eyes.  She’s full of life and full of love and she just wants her mama to be with her…and I am broken in a million ways that shatter my heart and I hug her close and pray for the strength and power to lead her to the healer of her broken.

I don’t know why the broken should ever surprise…it’s the fissures of a story that’s gone all wrong and it clings to the air and clings to our lungs and we can never get away from it here in this life…but we can be broken and broken and broken and broken the cisterns that break so much there is an eternal river that has the space and place to flow and heal and heal and heal until we are Home



Friday, July 19, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Belong


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{This is a little blip from our English Camp in Keszthely, Hungary.  During each of 3 weeks, students come from all over Hungary and we get to love on them and speak to the about the One who loves completely and perfectly…every week/day, lives are changed forever:}

Go ::

I have always longed to belong…

It is a strange thing to say, since I was born a twin

a built in best friend.  And as long as we live

and beyond I believe we will always

share that precious gift.

But the belong for which I have longed

I am coming to believe from somewhere

inside my heart of hearts

that placed that is marked

and set and positioned towards


that I long to belong forever.

I long to take one eternally deep breath

and know that all that wants to take me

away from Home can never do so again.

To breath in crystal clear that which will never,

ever pass away.

And this kind of belonging is what has begun to mark

my sojourn here in this earthly tent.

The tent is my body, but it is also this world.

I have let go and continue to let go of places

that I have loved. I cannot go back and yet

they call me back to the love that dwelt there

but they also, now, have begun to point me

forward.  Like this book that I love

and it talks about the best of all that we

have loved how we will forever be discovering

the further and deeper of the good that

it is.

But to belong is human.  To belong is real.

To belong shapes the restless journeys of

a fallen sin-weary world.  And so, as I begin

to put my hope more fully in the world that calls

me deeper and stronger every day, I live more

deeply here looking around this vast world

asking who is searching for their eternal home too…

Come weary ones…journey with me too?


faith filled friday


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