Saturday, August 26, 2017

What if I Dreamed on a Saturday?

What if I dreamed dreams that were implanted long ago in me?  What if I forsook the desires clinging on from earthy lands and let my eyes turn full toward the germination of seeds planted in me by the Unseen Hand, at an unseen time of me.  What if the GREAT FARMER began to gain His full harvest out of me?  What would that look like in these days of mine?

What would that look like on long, salt and pepper hair, soft worn hands, muck boots and turned up jeans? Would there be goats and garden greens, puppies and prophecy?  Would there be me and singing and holding each other's hearts for our whole life long? Would I leave the farm and come home again and again?  Would my paths see glory and God's love spread around like those seeds out there behind the wooden fence in the rows?  His dreams for us can look like our lives lived out in His will.  I think it can.

What if I took a long determined draw from the well of God's desire for my life and accepted no other?  What is it?  Where is it?  What song does it play when needle falls to vinyl, spinning black and fast?  Is it a shoutin' song, love song, or ballad?  I think it has a rhythm for happy dancing.

What if I've seen it for some time and I only needed to believe anew?

Gaze long and hard, dear girl. Gaze deep and with assurance.  There is much there in this deep, dark well of wooing for you, girl. Deep, rich, cool and crisp in your mouth.  No fear of swallowing this draw down.  No worries in this sweet wondering.   

What if nothing could stop the plans He had for me all along this way of life?  What if nothing could prevail against a Father's wishes for His girl? For His boy, for His people?  What if we all slipped into the flow of it now?  Why not now? Why not Saturday in late summer?

Then morning would be sweet to meet, sweet as it is and meeting me with new purpose.  Then daytime would see me marching through with sure and steady steps into unknown lands--even the unknown! -maybe even across the street.  Sometimes not leaving this chair, I will go far to "heart places" with Him that change everything in my everyday.  And when He holds out His dear hand to me again and again, I would not ask many questions as I do now.  I would not ask Him, "Why me?" or "Are you sure?" or "Am I qualified?" No, I would grab on with a sure grip and swing high.

He won't let go, I know.  I know.  I know.  :)  

Monday, August 14, 2017

A Letter to Myself and "To Whom it May Concern"

(A note on where we are before we know HIM)

I think You stand and stare….like I stood in Waterloo, my old home town, like a ghost of Christmas past…no one knew me,  no one seemed to be able to see me there in her streets, ME, the daughter of that bustling town. They walked by, drove by, carried on conversation beside me, but they could not see me there and I did not know them. If they could have seen me they would have exclaimed at my arrival!  They would have grabbed me up and hugged me and we would have reminisced of all of the times I had there, combing the streets on foot and wheels. We would talk of how I was one of them, and how we share history together.

 You stand amidst Your people, Your things. Your imagination is all sprawled out around us and we, like dumb beasts, like a haggard old woman in a movie, we just pilfer through, picking up random things, stepping on Your tiny enchanted worlds under our feet, we trample over scores of wisdom and story, we touch worlds of wonder with our hands, smell aromas from another land and never move through to the wonder--to YOU.  

You stand like the Ghost of Christmas past, and we don't see You.  We are flat-lining in Your presence, and in a world utterly bursting with Your life. 
We pinch our own feeding tubes, stay far from "living waters", close the breeze out of our own windows, as we choose our own erotic views that stimulate for a breath and execute our capture in the next.

Wake up, flatl-iners! Let's wake up from our eternal sleep. Unpinch our life line, stop erasing the precious letters of our names from the book of life!  Hear the trumpet calling, carried along summer breezes, and on our ocean beaches, funneled through our ever waking hours, a kingdom calls to us.  A residence reaches for us.  Our Maker stands on our streets and moons over the ever moving, ever evading, loves of His life, us

Titus 3:3  Be truly humble toward everyone because there was a time when we, too, were foolish, rebellious, and deceived—we were slaves to sensual cravings and pleasures; and we spent our lives being spiteful, envious, hated by many, and hating one another. 

But then something happened: God our Savior and His overpowering love and kindness for humankind entered our world; He came to save us. It’s not that we earned it by doing good works or righteous deeds; He came because He is merciful. He brought us out of our old ways of living to a new beginning through the washing of regeneration; and He made us completely new through the Holy Spirit, who was poured out in abundance through Jesus the Anointed, our Savior. All of this happened so that through His grace we would be accepted into God’s covenant family and appointed to be His heirs, full of the hope that comes from knowing you have eternal life. This is a faithful statement of what we believe.