words

while at a gathering with a few last evening
we sang so freely words of fire, purification, surrendering all
and yet
we run, resist, fear and
worst of all
complain
when it comes
when we are disturbed
stripped,
inconvenienced......

I could not open my mouth
the weight of all these words was so heavy

worship is a drawing close
close enough to kiss

and I think of Judas' kiss
on the cheek of the One I love the most

and I think of my kiss

and I am undone
and remain silent ....

low tide

at low tide, when the ocean's covering recedes, 
the underbelly of the beach is exposed ...  
rocks, seaweed, broken shells with their sharp edges, 
dead things ......
when we enter the invitation of the Spirit to be known, 
the tide of our soul must recede enough for the hidden parts to show, to be seen ....
we empty ourselves before God and then He fills us with Himself.

which door?

we have been having our front entrance redone ... the stone steps were crumbling and dangerous ...
and so all the old was removed and replaced with new ....
but this meant our front entrance was not usable for a few days and invited visitors had to enter through the garage ..... not a pretty sight ....

this all made me think of my home .... which is my story ......
and how I have chosen never to allow my home become a prison
by inviting others into my story ....
and how sometimes it is necessary to invite others in through a messy door ....

not always a neat and tidy door ..... but a door nonetheless ....
and I pray it will always be open ....
that I will never fear inviting someone into my not so pretty areas .....