Friday, August 30, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Worship


Go ::

And it’s somewhere between the pages of the

hymnbook of my youth and the creative

songs sung today

And it’s between the pews on a Sunday morning

and the cushioned chairs of a modern building

and the converted theater that is now

my church home.

It is somewhere between the timeless

and the oh-so-present journey of a calling

that has spanned 10’s of thousands of miles

and 10’s of thousands of prayers

for this one life.

Somewhere between the singing and eye closing

and the privilege of doing it all in my heart

language.  When it’s a baby room and it’s

a great chance to practice Hungarian as kids

drool, sleep, play and nurse.

And it’s somewhere when those lines sung

in this crazy hard new language…when there is

a resonance of heart and spirit even if the mind

is catching up to their meaning

those lines of that song that talk about the earth

and sky and you sing them again and again

and you have been given wings to fly and this big

wide country in need of people whose lives

are worship that I’m finding, finding, finding the

way to live like it is all real.

To take away the barriers that can so easily define

a worship that is so very, very, very much about me…

the feelings I get, the understanding I have,

the emotions that are called forth…and it’s there between

the God who calls for the worship of the letting go of

the dying to all that’s me of the surrender and of the

trusting in the hard and confusing and you literally

can not understand what is happening places that I am

beginning to see it all be…re-defined.


faith filled friday


Friday, August 9, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Lonely

Fall to Early Winter in Bp 574

Go ::


It’s a word that kind of floats inside me.

Comes and goes with the wings of a bird.

It’s never really gone, somehow that whole

soaring sky is inside of my heart and the

flight takes shape in places on two sides

of the ocean and in relationships as vast as the sea.

Lonely is what it is to really live how we

are called to live. That may sound

strange, but I do believe it’s true.

When we live like this world is not our home

when we listen and abide in a Christ

who walked the loneliest road ever known,

we find ourselves in His blessed company.

Lonely is what shapes us and makes us fit

to carry out the purity of the will of God.

We can live in the midst of the many and

we can perform and hear the praises of men and women

and know the hugs of true friends too, but

it’s in those quiet alone places when our hearts must

find a way out of the singing, drumming sounds to be

this person who is all in all and who can never possibly

do that…that we really come to know the LIFE of the One who IS all in all.

Lonely for me has been on high mountaintops of great

exhilaration and in tattered third world villages and violent street corners

and in the vast countryside of my childhood home full of family

and brothers and sisters.

And lonely is coming to be a sort of calling song towards Home…

a getting on my knees and driving deeper into the heart and will

and song of the One who defines all…


faith filled friday


Friday, August 2, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Story

And he’s jumpin’ up and down, this 3rd child of mine

And the story it’s being written in new ways and days and times

and places.

So many surprises and so much joy and so many ways to be stretched

and often broken and to be healed and mended and to trust in the Loving Arms of God

to lead us all Home.

The story is a great adventure with a promised

happily ever after.

The plot has twisted and turned and scaled some heights and fallen

from those same heights too.

There’s been valleys and the heart of a pilgrim has been hard won

in the midst of choices that don’t make sense when

breathing the air of this world.

But I would choose this story again, in a heartbeat.

The things that were so hard, and the things that broke

my heart…they have only brought wisdom & compassion and the

unrelenting determination to stay. to keep on keepin’ on this

only path worth being on.  Where faith is real and it starts

to get gritty and heart-wrenching when a mother’s heart is born.  It

pulls and shapes and defines new steps and there is a fierce

wild joy bound up in the thankfulness that comes from the life of the

journeyer who KNOWS SHE WILL MAKE IT HOME…AND who believes that

she is raising a generation that will find their way too…that she can trust

their precious stories to the One who has held hers…who grieves the growing

cloud that cheers on from the other side yet knows that some day, in the grace of God,

she will find her way there too and join the cheers of the stories that shine

transcendently for all time of lives touched by the brilliance of redemption.


faith filled friday


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