giving voice to my dreams

I hate dreaming
Dreaming, like hopes and expectations, is messy and dangerous.

No matter, I find myself a dreamer - so tonight I'll dump them out of my head.

Our dreams of a house in town have been dashed for a season. The stall was good, it allowed us to gain more clarity, that yes, we are to settle in this micro town, and yes, we are to stay. Waiting on the Lord is very very hard. I'm an impatient woman.

When I'm in a spot, a moody, sad stomping depressed sort of spot, psalm 27:4 comes to mind and my longing to sit at the feet of Jesus is amplified. I feel like I've lived enough lifetimes and my only place of rest is too far away.

I dream of a knight in shining armor ..

I dream of being comfortable in my own skin. 

take 3

I've been working on this for a while but it is still barely begun.

drip, pure, drip
separating the good
sustaining

I roll the ideas around in my mind and think of coffee & of himalayan water.

I ponder further and realize that every moment is filtered... and sometimes the sludge and impurity is where we find ourselves.

Take 2

There will be wars and rumors of wars
It has been said
And here we are
War again knocking on our doors
Keep your oil full and your wicks trimmed
For the day of the Lord comes,
and we
the light,
must stand ready.

But not just stand
Care, and love, the least
The greatest
All

Our brothers mourn, and we with them
Stay awake, the journey has begun
The world is overcome.

Take 1

new light brightening
a day dawns fresh with wonder
hours lay before me like trails through the forest
some are clearly visible


some wind through the trees
some disappear into the wild  ...


you cannot hear the wind
praise the lord
without crashing through the brush
you cannot rest in the stillness
without a beginning

I've been doing some reading lately, now that I'm back to normal from my overseas whirlwind...
which, I recall, I have not shared about.

I suppose it could be said that the two blend together well. hmm.

now that I've gotten this far, I think I'm going to lay low for a bit. more another season...

All In

Whew...

At the dawning of 2013, we were all discussing our one word. I couldn't come up with one single word to define what I saw coming. I did, however, chose something.

ALL IN

In November, I wrote:

"all to jesus, I surrender"

live all of life... not just moments of spiritual significance but all of life. this is true christian living... the rich young ruler and his sadness ... due to having to give it all away... had it right. How much do we consider this truth?

Pursue Living

And in December:

Eternity is about us like an aura, always present but not quite visible, we see through it much easier than we than we see it... yet it IS there.

Truth is, I think most of our lives we are intentionally looking through eternity. Our fears grip us, keeping us hostage, so we flit about avoiding the truth and swatting it away like one swats flies.

Let us rather see, truly see... Not in anger, but in delight, at every opportunity we receive. Moments which quickly run away if we don't cling to them.

Happy New Year...

I just heard the song "When The Saints" by Sara Groves - the lyrics hit me deep - "I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road, I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load..."



So, all in. committed and pursuing. Life is exhilarating, not easy so much as it is good.... 

Steady Rythyms

never stopping...
woosh and rumble... 
like the seasons...
drip drip...
that bring sparkle and shine...
bling bling...
rest and comfort

so is this season of my life.

I wake, morning by morning, with thoughts of .. what, you ask?

Thoughts of breathing, of surrender, of how today?

There is no day which says "today, no movement" - there is no plan for this in all planning. It is always, and forever, seize this day, for you never know.

Then the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish, and five were wise. For when the foolish took their lamps, they took no oil with them, but the wise took flasks of oil with their lamps. As the bridegroom was delayed, they all became drowsy and slept. But at midnight there was a cry, Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.  Then all those virgins rose and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said to the wise, Give us some of your oil, for our lamps are going out. But the wise answered, saying, Since there will not be enough for us and for you, go rather to the dealers and buy for yourselves. And while they were going to buy, the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went in with him to the marriage feast, and the door was shut. Afterward the other virgins came also, saying, Lord, lord, open to us. But he answered, Truly, I say to you, I do not know you. Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.

How easily we forget the simplest of blessings. Our life is but a moment,  a flash in a term we call "eternity" - with eternity burned in our hearts, and the hope of heaven secure, what is it that causes us to be foolish and to slumber?

I know I do. Daily, hourly even.

Its certainly simple when I am in context - but in the daily?

And so, I pray. And seek, and hope, and wonder. Thankful that each little bit I am able to offer is more than enough, with my eyes fixed on the one who calls me ...