Religious Drivel

He turned my mourning into dancing;
My sorrow into joy.

I asked for God to show me Himself and He did.
Darkness and distress was in my heart and mind and after 3 hard days of holding onto His promises like a lifeline,
He lifted the veil from my heart, revealing another taste of His glory to me. JOY exploded within me and I smiled, sang, and would have danced if not for the pain in my feet.
God is real. He seeks me out. I am the lost coin, the silly wandering sheep. Yet He LOVES me. He loves that my request was to enter His presence. I could feel Him rejoice as He shared his magnificence with me.
Why does He love me so? Why would He choose to call me out and water me when thousands would rather die of thirst?
I don’t know the answer to these questions that make my head spin. The one thing I do know: His love is infinite. I’ve “used up” a lot of it, but He won’t run out. Come to the river and drink life. His love is not human; it is otherworldly and grand. All the things that bring you joy in this life (yes, you)…all the people who make you smile…add that up and multiply it by 1,000. His love leaves it all behind.
Bask in the light of His love with me.
Taste and see that my Jesus-our Jesus-is good.

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Obedience Story

(written May 27,2013 by someone too lazy to post it….)

It all seems quite pointless
Everything seems complete and handled
(Except me)
And I’m just floating along, head barely above water,
Staying afloat because it’s the thing to do.
Then chaos happens
And as I respond with immediate action,
Care,
A picture forms in my mind.
A tale of obedience; A path that I am walking,
Start to finish.
All that I do is a process,
An uphill battle, a struggle towards Glory.
What’s going on now is a part of that.
A girl walks along,
Messing up,
Doing good,
Messing up,
(Repeat.)
It’s her life story:
Always doing wrong
Always coming back.
Wandering-returning,
Walking in the dark, uncertain, bolstered by faith.
It is difficult as people get hurt due to her weaknesses.
By good grace she moves constantly forward,
Upward.
Like a monkey swinging from jungle vine to vine,
She takes the ups and downs in stride.
She flies on,
Living in sunshine brokenness
Overflowing with joy
Terrified of what’s to come
Hopeful for a good ending
At last.

Salt Sadness

Humor me as I use my favorite illustration yet again…

Ocean waves.

I was a part of a rock face, maybe a coral reef. I broke off. I splish-splashed into the sea and the water carried me away for miles and miles. I rode, days and nights, on waves like horses. I was touched by fish, caressed by sunlight fingers reaching their yellow rays down, down to the ocean floor. Then Mother Sea spit me out onto the sand and ocean salt water rushed over me. I held my breath, the water receded. I see the sun, I breathe deeply, my eyes sparkle, and then the water is back over me, threatening to squeeze the last breath from my lungs.

I must walk, I can’t.

He is here, he is gone.

I am broken, I am restored.

Carried off into the wild blue sea. Rendered unto death. Saved from despair by that which gives the salty surroundings life. God is good; He knows the fish, He knows my name.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all