Who let you decide when enough was enough?
Who are you to say I don’t have a say anymore?
I stare at the void knowing you’re okay but I am here and everything feels irrelevant.
Tomorrow isn’t a promise….only grace
Hold on tight. The winds shift but the anchor proves true.
Therein is hope.
Therein is peace.
So we fight a day longer
Bring the thunder, I know the Son!
I’m just a ghost figure in the corner watching my life walk by in shadow while I keep breathing.
Control is an illusion for the “other ones” on the outside calling the shots.
Faith is a bridge I’m building
Tomorrow is a dream worth living
So I breathe
So I call tomorrow a promise
Knowing is luxury
Trusting is strength
I’ll let go and watch my wax wings melt and maybe pull off a miracle before the fire and sea consume me.
Better yet, I’ll watch God work the miracle for me
Until fruition, I am free. Until tomorrow, there is now.
Watch as I split the sky and bring thunder!
Watch as His glory unfolds.
Alone is an underrated word
Do we know what it means?
Have we felt its sting to the fullest?
Have we walked in the dark groping for candles or matches or a cell-phone glare?
Have you lived if?
I have
Or maybe I haven’t
In its depths, there is always a glimmer
In its talons, a minute scrape of resistance
The physical gives way to the spiritual and light lives
Darkness runs from a spark
Lord, tonight, be that spark
Strength perfect in weakness
Hope in the failing and the chaos.
That’s who You are!
Breathe when the lungs have stopped
Pump when the heart has stopped beating
Be near when everything feels distant.
That’s who You are
And I trust you!
Some nights revolve around the past…
It’s not that it started out that way but it ends in reminiscence of days gone by and memories you treasure.
Is it good or bad?
I don’t know the answer.
Enlighten me, people of Earth.
When reminiscence leads to wonder about what could have been it can lead down a rabbit trail of “bad”.
You know, a rabbit trail, when the bunnies roam in random directions and you chase them to find the meaning?!?
Or maybe it can lead to the realization of what was and is…
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m qualified to proffer an opinion.
But tonight, in the noise of my mind and the chaos of surrounding serenades, I’m happy to revel in what was and what could be.
Maybe I’ve missed the mark of greatness. Maybe time is not my biggest fan. Maybe I’ve suffered beyond the point where suffering should stop. But hope…
Hope lives in the dream!
Hope is in tomorrow!
Yesterday can remind me of what, not only was, but can be.
Isn’t that worth the struggle?
The “fight” can be in the hands of the unseen. The “fight” can be in the next breath.
Dare me to dream!
I will wake and go for broke.
It’s who I am and I’m not changing now. I’m not about to give up or give in.
Will me this moment to conquer the world.
I’ll see you on the other side!
I refuse to walk into the night cold. I will find a blanket.
If my heart is stone, I will find softener.
Life is too short for callousness. There is no option but love.
I may not know who I am, fully, but I know who I will not be!
I will fight with you, beside you, among you, until the battle is won, because that is who I am.
Let the ashes fly. I will watch the blaze and rebuild.
Let the dawn fade to blaze and I will ride it until tomorrow.
I can look forward like a near-sighted,blind optimist; Bruised and broken along the way and loving every minute.
Humanity is hard sometimes. None of us are exempt.
Find the real! Find the broken! Reach beyond your understanding and love beyond! love unconditional! Be you! Be Jesus to those who need to know Him!
Don’t shy away from the hard things, these are the things that make you strong!
I have all these heroes in the faith..people who shine bright amidst the noise and impact the world with light.
Tonight I wonder if I’m a “hero”.
Can I be one who shows a glimmer of light in darkness? Am I beacon to someone holding on, trying to breathe when the air seems thin?
Is it enough to live and love? Is it enough to show up everyday?
I think it is. We don’t need megaphones, we need presence. We don’t need lights and applause. Maybe a smile is enough.
Think about who impacted you the most on your journey. Did they need accolades or were they just there?
The beauty in life is in showing up in the small things. The big things are great but the small things are magic.
Shine when the light is missing. Shine when the dim overwhelms.
Be, unapologetically, you. You were born for this!
I was a human once.
I lived, I breathed, I knew who I was.
It was somewhere between where husband number one left me a puddle on the floor and husband number two decided I wasn’t enough.
Maybe I’m not.
Maybe they’re not.
I’m not qualified to say.
Tonight, I’m thinking I am beyond expectations and they are the fault.
Regardless, I’m here with the pieces.
Pieces are a funny thing. They fall in random intervals. They collide with ideals. They stick themselves in places you didn’t see coming.
But you hang on, groping for tomorrow because maybe it will be better and maybe peace can be found.
Maybe, instead of the ideal that someone will rescue me, I can find solace in me and my faith and the promise of tomorrow. I am tired.
I’m tired of picking up pieces and expecting gold.
Still, I am an optimist. I believe in tomorrow.
But today is real and I need to feel it to gather the gold.
So I struggle and rest in the same breath.
I am me and for tonight, that is enough. Tomorrow may be another story.
Shine when the darkness covers.
Shine when you can’t find light.
Today is a day gone…tomorrow is eternity, so live!!!!
Random thoughts from the lost and tired.
Be you!
Bring the thunder and the light will follow…at least that’s the hope.
Today was a blip in eternity
A small stardust glimpse of reality lived
Or maybe not lived to the fullest
Or enough of a moment to leave a mark
Who knows
Today is a moment coming
What will it bring?
Who will I be in the midst of the noise?
Who am I in the infinite?
I cannot skip tomorrow
I don’t want to
I am here or not
I’m in bed sick or out there being me
I am a blip in eternity
I am me
Will I leave a mark?
That remains to be seen.
But for now, I am here. Do you see me?
Have you ever read something and you just can’t stop thinking about it? Saturday morning, I read a passage of Scripture, I’ve read probably one hundred times, but I never saw it. I’ve spent a lot of times studying the book of 2 Kings. I have a profound fascination with Elisha. I have even considered writing a book about it but I haven’t done it yet….maybe soon. Still, despite the many times I’ve read this, I never noticed this simple little thing hanging out in 2 Kings chapter 3.
I’m a musician, as many of you know. I have been involved in worship ministry in one form or another for the last 40 years of my life. I’m only 43 so it’s pretty obvious that music and worship have been instrumental (no pun intended…okay maybe a little intended) in who I am.
In 2 Kings 3, the king of Israel, Joram, and the king of Judah, Jehoshaphat have teamed up and are going to battle against Moab. Side note – I’ve always liked saying Jehoshaphat! It’s just fun. I feel like Buddy the Elf saying “Francisco” over and over again, “Jehoshaphat, Jehoshaphat”, but I digress. They decide they should ask the prophet of the Lord what they should do. Good idea Jehoshaphat! So they go to Elisha, who honestly, isn’t thrilled about the idea of helping them at all. He isn’t a big fan of Joram, who is still doing evil in the sight of the Lord and says in verse 13, “I want no part of you. Go to the pagan prophets of your father and mother!”
Still, despite Elisha’s attitude toward Joram, he agrees out of respect for…wait for it…Jehoshaphat. See it’s just fun! Anyway, the thing I never saw is in verse 15. Elisha agrees to ask the Lord for them, and in order to do that he says, “Bring me a musician.” 2 Kings 3:15. “Then it happened, when the musician played, that the hand of the Lord came upon him.” 2 Kings3:16.
The outcome here isn’t what I want to emphasize. What I can’t stop thinking about is that when Elisha’s own attitude was not in a space to find the word of the Lord, he knew how to pull himself out of it and into the presence of God. He knew that in in worship, God would reveal Himself. The hand of the Lord moved as the musician played.
I was talking with a friend recently who said they cannot stand the “worship” part of church. She meant the music. She just doesn’t get it and doesn’t understand why it is so repetitive etc. I get it. I also acknowledge that everyone has a different style and various worship expressions are necessary because we are all different and God speaks to us in different ways. Still never underestimate the power and impact that worship and music has on the lives and spirits of mankind.
If the hand of the Lord came upon Elijah through worship and he, Elisha, the man with a double portion of the anointing of Elijah needed them to call for a musician to change his attitude and hear from heaven, then it only makes sense why I fundamentally need music in my life. I am designed to absorb music. I feel it deeply. I sing loudly. I feel the atmosphere shift around me through melody and rhythm. It’s a part of me. It’s obviously a part of others as well and it’s in me so I can help others find and hear from heaven.
My point is two-fold. Number one, if something is in you, let it out! It’s in you for a reason. I’m a singer for a reason so I better SING! Whatever you have to offer, don’t keep it to yourself. Be who you are! Go out and change the world. I know it sounds cheesy, but do it anyway. God created you for a purpose and it wasn’t just to hide in the shadows. Live BIG!
Number two, if you’re struggling today, crank up the music and see what happens. Allow God to speak to you. Meditate on His word and listen. You never know what He will do. Crank it up! Dance! Sing! Listen! God is always speaking, not always how we think He will. It may be through music. It may be through a butterfly flying by your window. You never know, but if you have eyes to see and ears to hear, He will reveal Himself to you. Don’t miss it!
The wind spins circles around my head
I see the life before me and I wonder if I’m supposed to be who I am
What is life but the continuing of one foot before another?
Every breath, a choice
Every moment, an opportunity for a voice
Yet, I am so often silent.
This is humanity…
A million moments of the mundane, followed by a hundred moments of impact.
But the mundane…the cleaning, the dishes, the listening to my kids talk about their day…the laundry…
In these moments, I become me. The woman I’m called to be.
So I’ll write and create and care for children, and sing, and process invoices, and update databases and go on..one foot in front of the other.
And in that, I will be more than I ever imagined.
Somehow, in the grind, God created destiny and legacy and that is enough for me.
Hello, tomorrow. I’m ready to do my best. We will see what God has in store. It may be great. It may be monotonous, but if it’s for Your glory, it’s entirely worth it.
One foot in front of the other…this is life.
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