The quote below was sent to me...I like it....
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, glass of wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!"
They are abundantly satisfied with the fullness of Your house, And You give them drink from the river of Your pleasures. -Psalm 36:8 (NKJV)
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Well, lame lame lame. I have not written on here for several months, as my old friend John McCollum pointed out to me today in an unexpected divine appointment.
What is going on? It feels like spring in my heart. Things are budding and becoming alive again. Can't name it all but I feel the stirrings. If there was one word that could summarize last year... it was suffering. All my energy went toward survival and grief.
The Lord reminded me today that at Easter I had gone to "my tree" (a special tree in Spring Grove Cemetary that is a metaphor to me) . When I looked at the tree, barren and stripped from a long winter, the Lord said, referring to me being like the tree, "she looks dead, but she's not dead". Inside the tree was all of the strength for spring and all of the beginnings of leaves and buds, but the outside looked so bare and forgotten.
Last year, I looked dead, but I was not dead. Now is spring and summer, and I no longer look dead. My gifts of prayer and prophecy and intimacy are beginning to show again and it feels good to be alive and thriving.
What is going on? It feels like spring in my heart. Things are budding and becoming alive again. Can't name it all but I feel the stirrings. If there was one word that could summarize last year... it was suffering. All my energy went toward survival and grief.
The Lord reminded me today that at Easter I had gone to "my tree" (a special tree in Spring Grove Cemetary that is a metaphor to me) . When I looked at the tree, barren and stripped from a long winter, the Lord said, referring to me being like the tree, "she looks dead, but she's not dead". Inside the tree was all of the strength for spring and all of the beginnings of leaves and buds, but the outside looked so bare and forgotten.
Last year, I looked dead, but I was not dead. Now is spring and summer, and I no longer look dead. My gifts of prayer and prophecy and intimacy are beginning to show again and it feels good to be alive and thriving.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Reflections on Psalm 8
O Yahweh, my King,
Your name shouts out who You are throughout the earth!
Worthy One, Amazing One, excellent in every way.
Your shining light floods the universe
from my living room to Your throne room.
Babies like Xavier, nursing and helpless and utterly dependent,
are the ones who know how to praise You best.
They just are... and they just receive...
no agenda, no doubts or fears.
They don't question why they are loved,
they just accept it.
And because You have made true wisdom to be foolishness to man,
You have made these little ones to be
the very epitome of strenth in Your kingdom.
This shuts up the enemy - the one who preens
and makes a big show of appearing "strong" and unbeatable.
Let me be small. Let me be humble.
Let me be utterly dependent on You,
helpless and hungry for Your every look and Your faithful nourishment.
Who am I that You would even think of me?
That You would give me a family and ministry and hope for the future?
Your love is amazing!
O Beloved, my King,
Your name shouts of who You are throughout the earth!
O Yahweh, my King,
Your name shouts out who You are throughout the earth!
Worthy One, Amazing One, excellent in every way.
Your shining light floods the universe
from my living room to Your throne room.
Babies like Xavier, nursing and helpless and utterly dependent,
are the ones who know how to praise You best.
They just are... and they just receive...
no agenda, no doubts or fears.
They don't question why they are loved,
they just accept it.
And because You have made true wisdom to be foolishness to man,
You have made these little ones to be
the very epitome of strenth in Your kingdom.
This shuts up the enemy - the one who preens
and makes a big show of appearing "strong" and unbeatable.
Let me be small. Let me be humble.
Let me be utterly dependent on You,
helpless and hungry for Your every look and Your faithful nourishment.
Who am I that You would even think of me?
That You would give me a family and ministry and hope for the future?
Your love is amazing!
O Beloved, my King,
Your name shouts of who You are throughout the earth!
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