Life 2

I look at my life and realize all the things I wanted to be I either am or can be if I wanted to be them now.

There’s no time limit. There’s today. And we can reckon with the what ifs if we want

Or we can take today by force and be the us we wanted to be when the still waters embraced us

But the choppy waters are more helpful to the development of the soul.

So do we want stillness or growth?

Don’t run from the chop. Be willing to lean in

It’s worth it in the long run if you’re willing.

I hope I’m always willing and I hope that makes sense.

Tonight, I will rest in the knowing that all things work together for my good.

Even the hard things.

Life

When living decides it has had enough and it’s you and death against the barricade

And time stands still for no one

And the clock ticks for everyone

And you cry for different choices

And you hope for different voices

And you scream when the time is out

And you cry wondering if it could be different

Then you realize moments matter

And you breathe again or hold in the tears. Neither seems adequate

Perspective from a kid on a log to a woman on a tree

I once sat among the trees staring life into the branches

Singing harmonies with the heavens

Holding court with the trunks

I once sat in the heavens though my feet touched earth

And I counted the ways the fireflies lit the night

I found respite in the angles of the starlight

Then I broke

But today I’m not broken and my feet can feel the branches and the things that once splintered seem to bring hope

That’s the way it is when God reaches down to the hearts of men.

So dance and sing winds and I will play along and breathe melody into creation all around.

Because I am not who I was; I’m who I’m meant to be and undoubtedly that’s enough for me

I walk through tomorrow

If I could hold the thread of yesterday and pull

What would I be in the coming light?

Jesus, be the name ever on my lips.

If I could serenade the heavens and feel the clock of time awaiting…

Would I sing louder!

Would I wait until the moments of glory passed?

Because it’s the mundane that makes a human

It’s the everyday devotion

It’s the life unspoken

It’s who we are at the core. let me be, at the core, someone who reveals your glory.

Jesus, be the name ever on my lips.

Thinking for no reason …

I’m up past my bedtime and I’m thinking of so many random things. How I used to sing loud and now I hold back. How my years of church drew me to study the Bible more closely and the treasure I’ve found for myself! Life can beat you down yet deep calls unto deep. So I’m here tonight calling to the deep, reliving who I was and praising God for who I am. The overwhelming theme is that He has been so faithful to me!!! Words can’t contain his faithfulness. Volumes could be written then unwritten , constructed and reconstructed, and they couldn’t contain his faithfulness. I keep hearing (from various sources) that we should do the last thing God called us to do before moving forward. The last thing I know he told me to do was write and I’ve been stuck. Not because he hasn’t been great, but because I’ve been hesitant to say it all. I don’t know why. I guess it’s partly that I wonder if anyone would resonate with my story and partly the shame of the details (though I have nothing to hide). Still, if deep has a name, I want to meet him. I want to fall headlong into the space between myself and who he is! He is worthy! If only you could know what I’ve seen and experienced. So I will try to tell my story. I will throw it into the void. Be patient with me. I will sing loud again. I will find myself amid the noise. 

Side note, “Amid” was the title of one of my first tracks. The circle continues I suppose. 🤣 I guess that’s part of the beauty. Stay tuned…