how is your heart ?????
this is the question that fills me ......
it is not so much what happens,but rather my response to what happens ...
how is my heart?
it is sooooo hard to live in a black pool of negativity ..
there are times my feet struggle to find bottom so as not to sink ..
how I long to laugh ....
how I long to simply live every moment in childlike delight
how I long to bash the negative with a huge BUT .....
so much to be grateful for ...
here we are in the midst of this huge storm ..
snow and wind and cold everywhere ..
people being hurt ... one man has died ...
and I sit by the fire,
coffee in hand,
warm, safe .....
and I give thanks for the little things often taken for granted ...
even my freedom .... or especially my freedom!
teach me Lord to live from a child like trust in You
Jesus asks "what do you want?"
how would I answer ....
what would come out of my mouth .....
it is hard to drink this cup ...
it does not always taste nice, or sit well ...
often causes indigestion
HEARTBURN ....
how is your heart??????
how is my heart ......
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
weapons of mass destruction
so much war all around
killings, maimings, beheadings ...
violence done one to another
in the name of ?????
rockets fired one nation into another
death dropped from the skies
men, women, children killed indiscriminately ..
from near
from afar
and just as lethal
a whisper of doubt
a hint
a soft suggestion
death comes in many forms
some sudden
some seeping in over years and years
blood soaked ground
crushed and broken spirit
each one a victim ....
bombs destroy buildings
a simple whisper can deatroy this temple
killings, maimings, beheadings ...
violence done one to another
in the name of ?????
rockets fired one nation into another
death dropped from the skies
men, women, children killed indiscriminately ..
from near
from afar
and just as lethal
a whisper of doubt
a hint
a soft suggestion
death comes in many forms
some sudden
some seeping in over years and years
blood soaked ground
crushed and broken spirit
each one a victim ....
bombs destroy buildings
a simple whisper can deatroy this temple
Tuesday March 14/17
Jesus knocks
Jesus waits
I invite Him in and ask for the grace to be open to what He is asking of me ...
grace to receive the pressing of His finger prints deep into the clay of me ...
the scripture reading this morning was about authority and what authority means ..
how to carry it out, how to live it out ...
authority is not for power
but for empowering ......
may it always be so in my life ...
look into my heart Lord ...
hear the words I cannot speak
feel the longing I cannot utter
as I live and be on the thin edge of this broken sorrow .....
and bend
to pick up a towel
Jesus waits
I invite Him in and ask for the grace to be open to what He is asking of me ...
grace to receive the pressing of His finger prints deep into the clay of me ...
the scripture reading this morning was about authority and what authority means ..
how to carry it out, how to live it out ...
authority is not for power
but for empowering ......
may it always be so in my life ...
look into my heart Lord ...
hear the words I cannot speak
feel the longing I cannot utter
as I live and be on the thin edge of this broken sorrow .....
and bend
to pick up a towel
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
have been thinking about Bartimaeous ...
it is said he was blind ...
spending his time sitting by the roadside
on a mat
and Zaccheous ....
it is said he was short
so he climbed a tree ...
to better see
or was it to see while yet hidden ....
and Mary ....
it is said she had been with many men
they each had a level of desperation
that touched the heart of Jesus
Bartimaeous cried louder when told to be quiet
Zaccheous precariously perched to peer through the foliage
Mary pushed her way through walls of blackrobed religiosity and legalism
how many times have I too cried out louder
climbed higher
pushed harder
you weren't there
you didn't know
you didn't hear
you didn't see
when He found me
and so I still cry
climb and push
to be with Him
to break my life open before Him
to wash His feet with my tears
to be loved while being known
is a wondrous thing ...
He knows
and
He loves
and so I will continue to cry
to climb
to push
it is said he was blind ...
spending his time sitting by the roadside
on a mat
and Zaccheous ....
it is said he was short
so he climbed a tree ...
to better see
or was it to see while yet hidden ....
and Mary ....
it is said she had been with many men
they each had a level of desperation
that touched the heart of Jesus
Bartimaeous cried louder when told to be quiet
Zaccheous precariously perched to peer through the foliage
Mary pushed her way through walls of blackrobed religiosity and legalism
how many times have I too cried out louder
climbed higher
pushed harder
you weren't there
you didn't know
you didn't hear
you didn't see
when He found me
and so I still cry
climb and push
to be with Him
to break my life open before Him
to wash His feet with my tears
to be loved while being known
is a wondrous thing ...
He knows
and
He loves
and so I will continue to cry
to climb
to push
remission
re·mis·sion
rəˈmiSH(ə)n/
noun
the cancellation of a debt, charge, or penalty."the plan allows for the partial remission of tuition fees"
synonyms: cancellation, setting aside, suspension, revocation;
formalabrogation"the remission of all fees"- formalforgiveness of sins.
synonyms: forgiveness, pardoning, absolution, exoneration;
formalexculpation"the remission of sins"
A decrease in or disappearance of signs and symptoms of cancer. In partial remission, some, but not all, signs and symptoms of cancer have disappeared. In complete remission, all signs and symptoms of cancer have disappeared, although cancer still may be in the body.
we had this word spoken to us, into us, over us, a week ago and I have been pondering it ever since .....the signs, the symptoms have now been treated, dealt with and are no longer seen ..... although the remnants are still felt ...
there is still an awareness of the cancer dragon that lurks within ....
the need to live wisely, carefully, so as not to awaken him again ....
and is this not like sin???? one can deal with the visible manifestations of sin, put sin to death.... at least for the moment .... but the propensity to sin always lurks within. ...
like cancer, the sin dragon simply waits to be awakened ......
cancer is quietened by filling the body with poison, bringing one to the very edge of death and then hopefully pulling them back ..
sin, on the other hand, comes out as poison, bringing everyone it touches to the very edge of death, and sometimes beyond the edge .....
but there is remission sometimes ....
remission of cancer
remission of the cancer of sin ....
this is quite a journey
Saturday, February 4, 2017
foot prints
while glancing out the back window this morning
I noted foot prints, all sorts of foot prints, in the fresh snow ...
we live on the edge of the woods and regularly have lots of visitors
n the night searching for food but it is not always there is evidence of
their visit .... this morning it is obvious there were many last night who stopped by ...
some prints skipped lightly across the surface
some went in a perfectly straight line
some hopped all over the place
some went very deep, pressing right down to the frozen ground
but each one left its mark
and I pondered all the people who have walked in and out of my life
some stayed for a season
some stayed for years
some were simply quickly in and out
but each one left a mark on the land of me ...
the ones who skipped lightly in and out
the ones who trod heavily
the ones who encircled
some left scars
some left deep holes
some barely scratched the surface
but
each
one
left
a
mark .....
I noted foot prints, all sorts of foot prints, in the fresh snow ...
we live on the edge of the woods and regularly have lots of visitors
n the night searching for food but it is not always there is evidence of
their visit .... this morning it is obvious there were many last night who stopped by ...
some prints skipped lightly across the surface
some went in a perfectly straight line
some hopped all over the place
some went very deep, pressing right down to the frozen ground
but each one left its mark
and I pondered all the people who have walked in and out of my life
some stayed for a season
some stayed for years
some were simply quickly in and out
but each one left a mark on the land of me ...
the ones who skipped lightly in and out
the ones who trod heavily
the ones who encircled
some left scars
some left deep holes
some barely scratched the surface
but
each
one
left
a
mark .....
Thursday, February 2, 2017
blind and deaf
how many times are we,
am I,
blinded and deafened by only seeing the outer person
and thus unable to hear their words ....
unable to hear because of the familiarity of the person speaking .....
how often have I missed God because of the person He chose to speak through ....
or because of the situation .....
there is a cerain willingness to be shaped by the hands of God
but if He choses to shape us through another in our life ..
we resist .....
or run ....
am I,
blinded and deafened by only seeing the outer person
and thus unable to hear their words ....
unable to hear because of the familiarity of the person speaking .....
how often have I missed God because of the person He chose to speak through ....
or because of the situation .....
there is a cerain willingness to be shaped by the hands of God
but if He choses to shape us through another in our life ..
we resist .....
or run ....
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