Saturday, November 16, 2013

Faith's Autumn Dance

My sister, Faith, writes about autumn in a poignant sort of way. 


Autumn Dance
Heavy gray skies hang over head
While wild winds blow the crisp leaves
Into a frenzy making them
Leap and dance across the yard
Trash cans tumble noisily by while
Wisps of paper and other debris
Whip by in a hurry to meet its destination,
The air cools and the breezes become
More insistent; tugging branches
To and fro in a long-awaited autumn dance
There are a few red and golden leaves left, but soon
 The trees will shed their beauty and become skeletal
In their appearance-the heavy gray of the skies will turn
Cadaverous and the earth will sleep.
~Faith Stobbs

Autumn -- the herald of winter--- , and when the trees smugly discard their glory ....the backdrop of beauty takes a vertical plunge....No, autumn, though it is a beautiful send off, sometimes teases and needles me about this "cadaverous sleep" a-coming.  And when I am left there again-- dumbly gazing up at "skeletal trees", don't I believe, after all..............in spring?


But today, "Oh my goodness",..today I dread nothing at all-- All caught up in the brilliant, vibrant color --  this autumnal scene is playing out like some kind of supernova whose glorious finale is about to explode; this magnificent crescendo happening all around us in our little valley. 


I want to hang around in this "glory" and not peer through the golden leaves, and shiver at  what  could be just beyond my view.......could it be winter again??  

But, to see my winters as the time when life is rejuvenating just below the surface, this would be sweet---and not a time of death, nor something to dread.  In  HIS gentle kingdom there is nothing to dread at all.

Mistrust is quite wintery to me-- it's as if  the peace that I enjoy just peels away and I and my unbelief sit exposed.  And how silly, when our Father can always be trusted.



But, it seems like a Kingly grace and kindness that sets any trial, any set back, and momentary lapse of trust , or winter of heart always between an autumn and spring. 






 I hear that faith trusts the view beyond to Him who loves us best. It reconciles our blindness and shortsightedness to Him who can see to eternity and back.  I hear that faith never forgets about spring, where refreshing awaits with endless streams for the thirsty.




 20 Early on Sunday morning,[a] while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance......................and "spring" came again.
























Saturday, November 9, 2013

The Fishing Boy

There was a boy on the news a year ago, but I found the segment this week....a small boy who was about my Jack's age.   He loves to fish just like my Jack and Elijah.  The segment showed this angel fishing with a park ranger on an Arkansas creek bank; the reporter narrating glimpses into his heart and some of his life. They said he was an orphan and he said he wanted a family.  They said he has no recollection of his parents and  he said, wearily, in his "11 year old way", that he had been moved from house to house his whole life. 

I thought about the fishing boy again and again through the week, remembering how he stood in the woods on the bank of the fishing hole and how he said the water was beautiful.  He caught 8 trout that day  and at one point, he draws into the camera and makes a silly face raising his brows again and again and then looks away.  

Remembering him now, it feels as if he was looking into the camera to see what he may have never seen before...  Peering into the lense right back at us to see if he could find what Jack and Elijah see every time they go fishing.  They see me.

And I have learned that fishing is not only about bringing in lunch, though that is a great joy.  Fishing is also about  a boy looking up to see if someone is looking back at him.    And when he brings in the big or tiny one, it's about someone falling out of their seat in amazement at how incredible he is.  It's the time to tell him that no one is like him in all of the earth.  That he is fearfully and wonderfully  made.

I asked about the boy and found that he no longer wanted to be adopted.  I wonder if his  heart couldn't bear the waiting and wondering, or the rejection of no one coming to take him fishing or take him "home".  The lady said to me in a questioning voice, "But we have a little 7 year old boy, if you are interested."  

And Jesus says that He will not leave US as orphans. (John 14:18) He will come to us and take. us. fishing.  Do we look up from the bank to soak in his gaze and feel that we can catch the big one today?  Do we look to see?


Friday, November 1, 2013

How is The View?

My little room;  I sleep there, read there, think and have deep conversations there,  and sometimes leaping epiphanies.   Three windows give me a view of the field, the next farm, a little pond out back,  and a little mountain beyond.  Gosh, the windows were dirty this morning.  Webs had been weaved around about and dust had blown up from some previous storms and blurred my lovely view.  It's been that way for a while, until, I washed them all off.  How sweet to see out so clearly now!


                                            How sweet to see clearly.



 And the apostle Paul prayed for the Ephesians in his day like this:  I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.  Ephesians 1:18.  I so want to see this clearly.

12 For now we see in a mirror [a]dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. 1 Corinthians 13:12



Tuesday, October 29, 2013

How Many Rooms?






In my Father's house, there are many rooms.

................. Pause for "imagining"..................

And when the "One" who lobbed "many" stars into the heavens and shook "many" sand grains out on ocean beaches....

When this One says "many rooms", I wonder...

 Could it be like the many cells in the human body (100 trillion in each), or the collective breaths that all of us living will draw in our life times......how many rooms is "many" to God?  

Last week, we got permission from the state of Arkansas to fill up an empty room in our home (through adoption) and yet, there is a whim in the air that there need be more rooms.......I wonder how many more rooms are needed here?

"Jesus, you kind room builder.....preparing just the number of rooms needed--  let the rooms in our house expand to match the new room in our hearts."   (Can I get an "Amen?")



Saturday, August 24, 2013

Time to Pat the Dog

Ebbing and flowing....this seems the movement of life; sometime rushing like the Mulberry swelled with springtime rains, and later,  languid, barely sensing the current that eases me on.

It's raining here.  

But not long ago it seemed absolutely still.  I read to my heart's content, I cleaned this cabin at my leisure, walked and prayed when I pleased, had long talks with young, adult children,  retired early from the day to watch something on television or read some more;  so much time to think and pray and wonder.

I wasn't expecting the rain and the swelling "Mulberry" and I asked the Lord while rushing through a shower, how I could keep all of the sweet times with Him while spending all the day's moments very busy now?  He didn't answer me, but sometimes just asking Him things stirs hope.......because so often, He outright answers....and if not then,  I figured He would in time.

Another day, I rushed out the back door, down the 5 steps, through the yard's overgrown grass, over the creek, past the little pond and onto the circle in the trees that is my "special place" here.  I was lapping the sacred circle path again and again, speaking hurriedly to God...trying to make the most of this bit of time "I" had carved out for us.  Why was I surprised that I could not focus to think or pray? The dogs were following me as they always do.  They looked at me longingly, they stopped to lay right beside the path hoping, I know, that I would pause for a moment and reach down to them.  But, around, around, around I went.  Dogs are not as important as getting my mind on Jesus and using this time to meet with him....I have no time for dogs any more anyway and I actually need to get back to work soon......

"No dogs, I can not stop for you, I am in a hurry to be with God and get back to the house for work.  Go away for now."  

And then I heard Him say something................because sometimes he answers previous questions in curious ways and at unexpected times.

"There is time to pat the dogs." 

I repeated it for myself..."There is time to pat dogs..............there is time to..........pat dogs?" 

This morning I was hanging 'round again in the book of John.   Thinking of how the climax of all time had just occurred......the son of God had come, lived, taught, loved, fulfilled the prophecies, was betrayed, and had given his body over to be crucified.  Now, he had done that, his body taken down, treated with myrrh and oils and wrapped carefully up and placed in a tomb near the spot where he died. It was all happening as the sun shown above them, as the birds were singing, as the hours ticked on in that day, as they lived and breathed just as I am doing today and during all of my busy days of hurry and rushing, lately. 

 On Sunday morning, before the sun came up....I read from my warm spot w/ a pillow behind my head, that Mary makes her way to the tomb to find he is not laying wrapped in burial cloths.  And I'm imagining that  moment when His spirit came back into his body laying there wrapped up.  Now he was alive in his body and he was about to leave the tomb empty for Mary to find, and the rest of them. Was he excited? Was he in a hurry?
 
How to put a weight on these events as I think?  How can I stay here and realize for awhile what was happening then, of how it was planned for ages before for us, how I am living and moving in the wake of this....The wake that continues on and on.   

But of all of this amazing imagining that I am doing, seeing him in  my mind, imagining how he might be feeling or what he might be thinking in the tomb --alive, there was one small detail that emerged and lingered right before my mind's eye;  He folded his clothes.  

Oh my goodness, he folded his clothes (or cloths, rather); there. was. time.  And I think of the dog with the big brown eyes beckoning me to stop for a minute on the path.  And I vaguely  remember something I read recently that almost was lost on me;  that HE is our destination, He is our goal in a day or a lifetime. When He died, we were His goal in doing that.  If we are thinking of accomplishing something great or small up ahead it is nearly like  a mirage compared to the goal of being present with Jesus in each of our ticking moments and the processes of life.  If I could grasp this, if I could, this could really change things for me. 

I have been out to the path again in the fall air.  I reached down to pat the dog and I say it to myself again, "There is time to pat the dog."   I reach for that black, furry coat and look into the happy brown eyes anticipating me, and Jesus reaches with me.  He leads my thoughts to realize that he is not rushing me through life and experiences and jobs or tasks.  He is not pushing me towards great goals and events though we surely will do both great and common things in life.....our relationship is His goal.

 I saw that there could be balance to my thoughts and movements in a day no matter how fully scheduled it is, or not.  I think he folded those cloths in the peace of the moment because there was time to do all that He needed to do. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Adoption

I haven't said much about "THIS" lately, but it is, every day, very much on my/our mind..... Ever since the notion came to us  through "her" (click link in red) and hers, we've held this (click link) in our hearts; since words like these started burning in our hearts:

27 Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world. James 1:27

                                                 AND

God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure.  Eph. 1:5

And He made us want to be more like Him, do more of the things that He did, love people more like He does; openly, with acceptance, patience, and without bias.  Like Him, we want to keep forgiving things and be forgetful of wrongs done to us.  He is making us want to reach out, reach in, and live a more inclusive, open and servant-like life --like Jesus did. 

We saw things like this:


We read things like this (click link) and this (click link), and couldn't look back--or hoped we never would.

So, how are we doing at all of this?

We are learning that when we can't, HE can-- in us--all of us.  When we can't love, we ask Him, and He will fill us with love.  When we can't forgive and forget, we can go to Him and He will create a forgiving heart in us.  When we are too tired, He really does give us more to give.  When we are failing, we keep hope that He who began a good work in us is faithful to complete it. (Phillipians 1:6) He does not discount us for our faults and orneriness......He keeps changing us; little by little and leap by leap.

We can't, but He can, always! 
 
I believe for all of us, that the more we realize how small we are in the picture, the BIGGER He can fill us with Himself and His attributes.  What an awesome hope, that we never have to be good enough, tough enough, strong enough, smart enough, rich enough; we have to be filled with the ONE who is. 

Back to adoption; we are two tiny steps away from being "open" as an adoptive home and we can accomplish those steps this very month.  This will make us available to children in the foster care system who's parents have lost the right to parent them, making them orphans in need of a family.  This is not  the 1st path we started on, but this is the door that is open to us, thus far. 

A while back, some of you shared w/ us and gave towards  a fund for adoption overseas.  We have applied with an agency.  And when and if the timing becomes right, we will take a step further there. It is our longing to do that! And if we don't, we will return your gifts. Where we once felt that it was "either adoption through the state, or adoption overseas"  (adoption overseas was  the overwhelmingly strongest desire) now we feel open to which ever God has, even if it is BOTH. ♥  So, we plan to hold on and see what HE has in store.


Sunday, July 28, 2013

Home on the 4th of July



We rarely plan things out around our place.  At some point on July 4th we realized it was "THE 4th of JULY!" and I started to thaw some meat for grilling.  Once the cooking commenced, it began to feel like a holiday. 

Thank you, Aunt Leanna, for teaching me that Mrs. Dash can always make me look good in the kitchen, or on the grill.


He's watching me fire up the grill.

I can soak in the scenery here  while the chicken is grilling. 

Lavender, sea foam roses, butterfly bush, and cone flower.

Her name is Seven. She's a Texan.
She captivates your attention every day with her excellent mothering skills.

They run to me now because sometimes I pack cornbread.



He is on the outside of the fence today looking in at everyone else in the herd.



Just because this face makes me laugh.

A big sweet dog on the front porch makes this cottage feel welcoming to me.
Passing the time and smelling the food cooking.

AFter supper, we head to town for small town festivities! He is getting his camera ready.

They are walking toward the fun.

See the crowd up in front of them.
Our sweet spot

A home made boat race on Gar Creek! 






Our Jack trying to make that dunking booth work! He throws! He misses!  Sweet Alice stays dry a little longer.


And the best fireworks finale' our town has ever had (in my opinion!).

Thursday, July 25, 2013

THEY. ALL. FELL. DOWN.

Reading in the gospel of John, I keep coming back to this story: 

So, Jesus was with his disciples and knowing that he is soon to be betrayed, he crosses over the Kidron Valley and into the garden/olive grove, where he and his disciplines had often spent time.  Judas, had decided to betray Jesus for money, knew that he would be there, so lead a group of soldiers out to find Jesus.  And when they find Jesus, who was expecting them, Jesus says to them, "Who are you looking for?"

One of them answers, "Jesus the Nazarene."  

~And this is the part that is punctuating my day ~

Judas, the betrayer, stood with the military force.  As Jesus spoke, "I am the One", the forces fell back on the ground. (John 18:6)

............. "THEY. ALL. FELL. DOWN!" They fell down at his voice...  a mere hint of  the power that was at his disposal, yet was being withheld.  

And Jesus had to ask them again, "Who are you searching for?" I'm assuming He had to ask again because they were all groping around on the ground! It was dark, they were carrying torches and weapons. They were stunned, surely fearful, and confused as to what just happened to them!?  I wonder if they questioned whether they should even be there at this point, whether it was safe to lay their hands on Jesus since He was obviously in possession of some awesome power. Maybe that is why they shackled his hands and his feet even though he went with them willingly. 

I grope on the ground as well. But not because I am experiencing that power like the soldiers did, but because I forget that it is there.  And I grapple with my issues and struggles and wonder how I can fix things that are broken around here, how can I figure out the answers to great problems, how  do I make good things happen, how do I defeat the enemies in my life?

And my eyes glance up to the sentence above in red:  "I am the ONE", He says.  And I see Him standing there in my minds eye with all of the power in the universe in reserve.  And if He didn't defeat His enemy at the seemingly most opportune time for Himself, but let them have their way with Him for a greater good (an understatement), then I don't want Him to do any less for me.  It's good to imagine Him holding back His strength and His power to save me in my struggles because He knows the timing is not yet right.  Oh, He will save us in our troubles -- He will always come through, but knowing Him better is trusting Him more and giving ourselves to His timing and plan.  

But, today I'm loving imagining how those soldiers all experienced His power that way before they laid their hands on Him to take Him away.  He was in control and He reminded me that He ever is.♥



Sunday, June 30, 2013

Holding on to May


Since school let out in May, life started feeling like a runaway train. Here are a few notables to remember May  by:
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May 1st we left the farm and headed to the land of the Grand Ole Opry!  It was time to attend the Christian Alliance for Orphans --Summit 9 in Nashville, TN.  (A thousand thank yous to "S" and "M", our dear friends, for making it possible for us to go).  
 
We  felt like youngsters shuffling from class to class through out the 2 day conference.  We took loads of notes, bought some books, learned so much, met some great people, but mostly soaked it all in as best as we could. 

While in Nashville, we visited the American Picker's store.  That's Tim having a look around. 






We browsed in the Red Bus Project store.   They are spreading awareness about the needs of orphans and raising money for orphan care.

We slipped over into KY to see my dear cousins, Cetreda and Shirley...they live near Possum Trot. I love this name so much--took some pictures and my cousin even bought me a t-shirt!



 On a Sunday morning, we left for home, but made one last stop to see my Uncle Leon (above).  He and some friends play gospel music for the residents of the La Center, KY nursing home each week on Sunday morning (8:30 sharp!)  I had to hold back tears while watching them play.......inspired by their efforts to encourage and bless the people that lived there.  
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Later in May, our #2 son left the land of the Ozark Hillbilly when he graduated high school. How proud we are of him!



Having cake at Mam's house after the ceremony.


Cutting his cake after graduation while his cousin, Taylor, smiles for the picture. :)  
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On Mother's Day, we tried to get a family picture in the field where buttercups were blooming like crazy.   Not one to mail with Christmas cards, but at least we were all together again (except Tim who was taking the picture).  ♥


Now we sit on the last day of June peering into July.  Looking ahead,  I'm feeling grateful that God's grace precedes all of our needs. 






Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Miracles Like You

"Part of growing up to be like Christ is seeing people as they really are.  I think people really are a miracle.  I think the world is completely populated w/miracles--everyone who is alive is a miracle----and everyone should be treated that way...that we should all respect one another and we should all, in fact, have a sort of reverence for each other that we sometimes don't have."
 ----Rich Mullins

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I think so, too.

What about the cashier at Dollar General, the nightly news anchor,   the President, or our tax preparer?  A few weeks ago I was at the funeral of a very young man and felt the truly indescribable pain that just the idea of not having him in the world gave to his family and friends.  Even I felt the loss with tears and I did not really know him.  He was a miracle and everyone in the room sat in silent reverence of this knowledge.

I was reading a book recently and the author had been arrested, imprisoned for many years, abused,  and tortured in prison because of his faith in Jesus.  He shared of his love for his abusers and his deep desire to see them free of the guilt of their crimes.  This seems like seeing into another realm.......like climbing onto the LOrd's lap and glimpsing people through His lenses.  I think He must always want to give us the view from his lap; seeing others with the wonder that He created in us, the potential that we have beyond our sin, and who He wants us to be. 

No matter our resume' of wrong doing, no matter our current state, or what we think of ourselves, our neighbors, and friends.   We cannot wipe clean His smudgy fingerprints from our beings...He who made us has left His prints on us, and made us miraculous.  








Monday, June 17, 2013

Conclusions




Genesis 1:31 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.    He concluded.  He formed his everlasting opinion about us, that we  were very good.  And I must soak this in...this kind and loving conclusion concerning me and you.

And tucked into our created flesh, blood, and spirit is the mystery and the same powerful ability that our loving Father used to make his thoughts known about us;  He gave us, also, the power to conclude

And our conclusions about most everything hold vast power that we wield as we live in the wake of them, because our actions are charged with the truth of our conclusions--

Do we believe every word that He has spoken?  Is it all true and trustworthy?  Can we place our vulnerable lives and hearts in His care?  As my cousin says, "Does He have your back?" And as He said it about us, can you conclude with me that HE is good, too? --no matter what? That in any trial and no matter how the deep valley threatens to swallow and the shadows loom large overhead, that He will not let us be lost in our trouble, or swallowed up by any of it? 


Lately, I have been lingering around my conclusions and setting them in stone.  He is very good in every way, no matter what. ♥





 
 

Friday, May 17, 2013

The Sea and Me

A  while back I read A Gift From the Sea by Ann Morrow Lindbergh.  It was a few days full of deep sighs as I read.....some words just do that to some hearts.  I wrote a little as I read those few days and lately I've come back to add more.  Ann said:

 The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.  To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith.  Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches.  Patience and faith.  One should lie empty, open, choiceless as the beach---waiting for a gift from the sea.
--Ann Morrow Lindbergh from A Gift From the Sea


  I see something bouyed in the waves. It is far off in the distance, but it is being drawn in by the tide, if I can just stay here and wait for it.  

What is it that I see?

Maybe that  He is the sea and the beach..........that is me.   For He does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy.  No, one can not force His hand, find treasures He has buried from you or from me.... for now You can not take these gifts by force, or force of your will But wait for the Sea.



"One should lie empty, open, choiceless as the beach".  But I want my gifts. In fact, I'd like to order them myself.  No, nothing material..., but answers, answers,  to my questions. I want good work to do, I want promises kept.  I want reward before duty is done, I want choices and assurances in this life. I'd like beauty before ashes..I'd like character before struggle, and maturity before pain, I want to see what's ahead sometimes, but when "ahead" arrives in the now, I want to send it back to there. I want blessings and the kind of life that I had planned.

   Did you really say I should lie empty, open and choiceless? Choiceless because You make the best choices for me?

But what if He chooses "hard" for me.  What if I waited for my gifts from the Sea (who is HE) and they were covered with thorns, or if they were only opened through struggles, tears, and grief?  What if His gifts hurt and change me?  What if I loose my "identity" because of these gifts from the great Sea.  

And then I saw it........as I was the beach and the beach was me, and the Sea, it covered over me, lifted me and drew me out with the tide.  I vanished in the Sea...my choices, my chosen identity, my plans, my will, my gifts... just vanished into the Sea.  And I then was free. 




Proverbs 3:5-6

New International Version (NIV)
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
    and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
    and he will make your paths straight.[a]
 


Thursday, May 9, 2013

Go Home and Tell

“Jesus… said (to the man he had just cast demons out from),Go home to your own people and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how He has had mercy on you.” … ~Mark 5:19 ..............................verse shared and snagged from Ann's blog

 
click for music as you read :)

"O.k", I thought as I read the verse this Thursday morning.  "I have stories of mercy to share as well."   

Camping out under the umbrella of this great mercy covering me, and the "inward" me is dancing like the child I once was---- and sort of still am.  Outwardly I show my age, but inwardly I am getting younger.....yes.....like this, "And he said: "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven (Mathew 18:3).  But we can enter this delightful Kingdom with child-like faith..and a child-heart that is soft to God.  It amazes me that I was even invited in........Me! and EVERY person that I've laid my eyes on in 46 years is also invited in to share relationship with God....no one is left, no one ever has been left out of this invitation.  He is a generous Daddy.  But many will choose to stay away.   
some mercy...some blessing to me


 And because of this believing faith, our own bodies become a place where this amazing, life-interupting, plan making, door opening, earth shaking, gentle speaking, heart comforting Father will live.... (1Cor. 6:19) will live in us. ♥ You might have heard that He used to live in a temple....but those days are over.....He would rather live in us.  And with those thoughts I have my first cry of the morning...it is just too wonderful for words, isn't it?  



my mercies





So, to tell you of his mercy to me as I began to do earlier is to tell you of a young person who was going their own way, trying out the world for what it was and then being drawn in by a pursuing Father (God)who brought me to the place where I could clearly see that to lay my life out to Him would be the decision that would make everything right with my world.   So, I began to know Him from there, and little did I know how sweet it would be.  And then His mercy carried me through life up to here and along the road, good things came!  And along the way there were deep hurts, losses, relationships that sour, times when unforgiveness found a place in me to stay awhile, there was gripping fear on the road, disappointments, pain, sin.......The tough blending with the great and good and the bad. 

 What I can tell is that because of this mercy, the road is always leading HOME and the light of love is always turned on for us, and the bad always leads to good, and the hard is always swallowed up in joy in the end.  This is just a part of this mercy that I've known and yet there is always MORE! 


There is always more. ♥

Friday, April 19, 2013

We Will........



Sitting, thinking of how nothing else matters more than this: One day we will see Him, who purchased all of us for love's sake.  And nothing else is greater than learning what love is all about.....being loved by Him,  loving Him back.....and loving each other deeply and from the heart.  

The idea that Mr. Duke..... "stepped through the door" (as he sang it), just a few days after this was recorded in Dec. 07 makes me smile for him.  

(lyrics)
It's almost as if someone is standing there
And I don't know what I'd give to see the face that seems to stare
All my life I'd give to know His ways
But, just how much I know, I'm no fool I dare not say

As I go in the way of the earth
As I step through the door
There where time is no more
I shall see God

Older, much older now, I still believe
That when all else is gone the Rock of Ages cleft for me
Holding something I can't feel or see
I'll tarry 'til the day I hear the music of the free

As I go in the way of the earth
As I step through the door
There where time is no more
I shall see Perfect peace, perfect love

Finally I'll face the beginning
As I go As I go in the way of the earth
As I step through the door
There where time is no more
I shall see God

I shall see Him
I shall see Him

 

Monday, April 15, 2013

Nothing is Wasted


Could you use a reminder (like I have needed lately) that God is near and is always bringing us closer to Him with LOVE?  I love these lyrics that pointedly remind, or declare, that whatever you have been through, whatever trial has befell you, no matter how tangled you have become in sin, sorrow, sadness, pain, or confusion.............all is not lost!  All is not lost, friends, and in our Father's great Kingdom, not only is it not lost, but it is also not wastedOur Father will make the most of every situation and circumstance and do what He always does for us........he makes every. single. thing work out for the good of those who truly love Him.  Every thing.   (Check it out:  Romans 8:28). 

This is why Jason Gray can write:

The hurt that broke your heart
And left you trembling in the dark
Feeling lost and alone
Will tell you hope's a lie
But what if every tear you cry
Will seed the ground where joy will grow



This is the "land" we can live in.......the land of HOPE.  This is the air we can breath, this air that always tastes of spring and new beginnings and with the song we can sing:

 It's from the deepest wounds
That beauty finds a place to bloom
And you will see before the end
That every broken piece is
Gathered in the heart of Jesus
And what's lost will be found again


And Jesus is why, I believe, as the song repeats w/ profound beauty that:

Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
In the hands of our Redeemer
Nothing is wasted



So breath deeply the spring air and imagine with each sweet breath that you are filling your lungs with the stuff of God....and though the ground is dark, cold, and wet right now, beauty will bloom there again very soon.