Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
My heart has ached and I've wept for days trudging through this desert place
Praying the sun would set quickly on another day
No relief, no water to quench my thirsty soul in this dusty, bone-dry heart
Just my own tears, feeling alone with thoughts and dreams that may never be
Betrayal and anger creep up into my throat as I try to cry out for mercy
Reminded of how assumptions made way for an unexpected captivity
No longer free to run and stand on my own two feet
But, instead bound by the slavery of this hell I'm in
In the darkness of this private cell I try to focus on a miniscule sliver of light
It whispers to me in the midst of near sanity,"You're going to be ok."
My head is flooded with doubt, but my heart and soul want to believe
Oh God, help my unbelief.
I want to bottle up that mustard seed of hope, but I know it must be planted
In order to grow and thrive
Could it really be true? Will I really be alright?
Wavering....wobbling....scared....no, absolutely frightened.
Then I remember.....
Even my Lord was tempted in his desert place
Trapped by those who made assumptions
Crucified by those who thought they knew better
I can try to grasp the hem of His garment
I can attempt to find the Source once again
in this cold, battered and scarred heart
He breathed life, He parted the sea, He danced in the fire,
He was in the room
If I look for Him, I can find Him and drink from the Fountain
Look.....cry out.....He's still there
And then don't let go of the One
Who brings gushing water to heal and mend the brokenhearted
And sets the captives free
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Saturday, December 8, 2012
Christmas is celebrated in a multitude of rich and cherished traditions. This illustrated timeline, brought to you by Balsam Hill Christmas Tree Company, captures the flow of some of the most popular Christmas traditions and figures throughout Christmas History.
Thought this was interesting.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
6 of them were my family. Pathetic. I swung into an uber- funk this morning and got mad. I got mad at the church. I got mad at the devil. I got mad at God. I admit it. Furiously, fuming, raging pissed off. God, how on earth are we supposed to pay our obligations as a church and how is Joe supposed to support our family if no one ever shows up? I know that summers are hard. I realize people have things to do. But honestly? I want to sleep in on Sunday mornings. I don't want to have to deal with the heat of the unconditioned gymnasium. I seriously questioned God this morning as to what we are doing wrong and if it's time to finally throw in the towel.
I found this quote by John Wimber today -
"Individualism erodes our sense of being part of a covenant people and family. Gods idea of Church is family.."
So, perhaps we don't understand what it means to be a covenant people. Perhaps, in this individualistic society that we live in we don't get family. I don't know why the other 30 people who claim that we're their church home didn't show up today, but I do know something. THEY MISSED OUT ON GOD. We did worship, we prayed, Joe preached. Then God showed up. Every person in that room, except Joe, received a prophetic word from the Lord today. Every person went home knowing that God loved them and was there with us. Every person, hopefully, left a little more encouraged than when they came. I'm grateful for those who did make the effort to be a family today. I don't know how we're going to pay our past due bills or buy groceries this week, but I do know that God was with us and He loves us. Guess I'll have to rest in that covenant for now.