soul stirrings

Have you ever experienced a soul stirring? A stirring that couldn't exactly be reasoned or fingered by the typical index? Things can stir the heart, the mind, the emotions, and most definitely the deep parts of our being. A song arose, but it wasn't just words accompanied with the sound of instruments playing one harmonious melody. No! It was fresh manna falling from heaven. O this sound that arose spoke to the deep parts! It quenched a thirst I had not known of; a hunger I had only imaged in my wildest of dreams. The sound, the song....

"My soul, longs for, you Lord, in a, dry and, weary land."

again it came....

"My soul, longs for, you Lord, in a, dry and, weary land."

O the words seem so simple, overused and abused but something just connected to them.

new words arose...

"Come and take your place in the center of our hearts, come and take your place. It was made for you. Come and take your place in the center of our hearts, come and take your place, and have the preeminence Jesus."

Why do our souls stir? And when they do, you should ask WHY....

the degree of love

So a thought came today...."I want to love you more God!"

As I was driving to a friends house this evening all nestled in my car with the heat blowing in my face, the stereo blasted with an all to familiar song..."I love you Lord. I worship you. You are my God, you alone are good." I took off in a rift of new songs to the Lord. Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Laaaaaaaaaa! Then it came, the thought..."I want to love you more Lord" The love that Im giving you now isn't enough. Something within my being, within the inner parts of me has more to give. But how? How do I love you more? How can I show you in a more passionately radical way?.... Almost immediately a sweet almost gentle breeze welled up within my soul, "spend time with me, in my love."

It seems all to simple. But that remains to be the answer...."SPEND TIME WITH ME, IN MY LOVE."

I've said it over and over again, its becoming one of my favorite sayings..."you don't need a degree to love people" This statement will forever be true, BUT the fact is I will forever be in need of God in order to love. To love people, to love myself, and to most definitely love God more.

So again I say, "I want to love you more God," and I know his only response will be "SPEND TIME WITH ME, IN MY LOVE."

returning to words

wow! its been awhile since my last post but I'm feeling the need to come back to writing...returning to words

I remember my fisrt experience with writing. It was in elementary school, first grade to be exact. My teacher had informed the class of an exciting new project that awaited us....writing creative stories. "O joy", I thought to myself. Me and writing hadn't yet established the most loving relationship. It was more like ripping a band aid off one's skin; painful, with no hope of relieve in sight.

Somewhere after the fourth or fifth or sixth creative story we were strongly "suggested" to write, I found that writing wasn't the slimmy, invested puss thing that ate the algea in a swamp but it could in fact be, if I let it, something quite beautiful...

So here I am again allowing the coals to burn on the fire that fuels my love of writing. I think when I was younger I was afraid to admit that I actually liked writing. It had to do with buying into a lie that I wasn't good enough, smart enough, witty enough, to put a collection of words together and say something of worth; of value, of importance to me, regardless of anyone standing behind me cheering me on. But the truth is, I'm just me and I can't be anyone else. No longer am I afraid to admit one of my greatest joys...writing!

Im returning, returning to words!

dream big, child

When I was a little girl I aspired to be a trash woman. That’s all I talked about. The very thought of picking up garbage on the side of the road sent a wave of excitement over my bones. I fondly remember the day I verbalized this dream of my heart to my mother. Can you image as a parent hearing that your child’s big dream was nothing more than a garbage lady? She responded as any parent would, “are you sure you don’t want to be a doctor? A nurse? A veterinarian?” As if something like trash collecting was looked at as socially unacceptable. My response was the same as it had been, “that’s what I want to do!”

As I matured into a respectable young lady I realized how peculiar that dream of my heart was. It was nothing short of God’s hand upon me. I see now that the trash was not merely the soda cans and candy bar wrappers that blanketed the streets. The trash represented all the socially forgotten, abandoned, worthless, and rejected people that fill our street corners everyday. God has been giving me a heart of compassion from childhood, and as the days have progressed I see how he has been piercing my heart for these ones.

Romans 8:15
"For you did not recieve a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you recieved the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.'"

If there is a dream within your heart, big or small don't allow fear to determine your outcome, just go for it!

blessed are the flexible

Sitting in a meeting very aware and yet distracted by my surroundings, a friend next to me didn't make the situation any easier. She began making jokes and cracks that I couldn't help but not respond to. She reached for her pen and began  writing in my notebook, I will never forget this...blessed are the flexible. for when they are bent they do not break... 

that thought has been in my mind the last couple of days the severity of being stretched. Even when a muscle in the body is pulled the wrong way it begins to cry out...ouch! the pain, the pain!... the tension seems to be to much. Ironicly enough I walking around with a pulled, stretched calve muscle. The question I would ask myself is why didn't I stretch? Was I prepared for the pulling that would take place? Never did I know a pain like this, if only I would have stretched before, now I find myself being stretch...ouch! the pain, the pain!... So in the words of my friend I say, BLESSED ARE THE FLEXIBLE. FOR WHEN THEY ARE BENT, PULLED, PUSHED, THEY WILL NOT BREAK

Matthew chapter five...