Still reading alot, and remembering some deep moments from the last couple of weeks. I'll share more shortly. Isaiah 43v1-13 strongly on my heart again, but other verses too. (Luke 22, 2 Kings, Mark, and some other parts of Isaiah).
Sunday, February 22, 2009
..from an old card...
Still reading alot, and remembering some deep moments from the last couple of weeks. I'll share more shortly. Isaiah 43v1-13 strongly on my heart again, but other verses too. (Luke 22, 2 Kings, Mark, and some other parts of Isaiah).
Sunday, February 8, 2009
You said.. part 2.
- I love the expressions of John Paul II and Mother Teresa (Karol and Agnes) in this precious moment. They have inspired me for many years. As I walk by this table, I am reminded each morning and each night to be a sister to everyone. I sometimes forget to be that way by the time I reach the bottom of the stairs. But when I get home, or make my way to bed, I am reminded again when I see their joy in greeting a cherished sibling. It pierces and softens my heart. On good days, I rejoice with them. On particularly bad days, well...I become thankful for their very human example and entrust myself to Jesus again, ever leaning on grace to rest from the day that has just ended.
- You can find railway spikes in various places in my house (and garage), but the four pictured here are special and set apart from the rest.
- The broken shell, and little girl with the dove remind me of who I am, in different ways.
- The statues are tokens from relief projects: women holding water jars for an African well project, and girl hugging a little boy for a life center in Romania. That little boy was named Christian and was living in the streets. On the day he climbed out of a sewer (literally) to give a hug to a Christian missionary because he thought she was sad. She was the daughter of a famous pastor. He sniffed glue to keep himself content with his circumstances. But even with that, he recognized the grief on her face. So he went to give her comfort. The hug they shared, captured in bronze, reminds me of how precious each of us are regardless of where and how we live. (If memory serves, this boy didn't even know about Jesus until that day, but his story touched many hearts...including mine.)
- There is a stone shaped like Africa, and a fossilized shell, markers from a hike up a mountain on Thanksgiving day a couple years back.
- Arrowheads and some other stones, and a few gifts from family.
My whole house has little corners like this one. Reminders of special moments and promises.
You might think I spend all my time looking back. I do get nostalgic, but at work I'm a planner. My role is to look forward, and anticipate what needs to get done, and set things in motion to get them done. I'm not neat or orderly in how I do it, but I am usually effective. But it's that critical thinking and looking toward the horizon that can also be my biggest stumbling block.
So, I need to remember and be reminded of promises. I need to rest more and enjoy the depth and complexity of the little moments. I need these visual glimpses to see and hear what Jesus has done, and is doing in my life. In a flash, as my eyes fall ever so quickly on these 'things' I remember the blessing; sometimes I wince realizing my heart has hardened again. Either way, I often drop to my knees, or at least humble my heart, and softly whisper words of thanksgiving.
How does this relate to "You said", and that song from the prior post?
Well, one of the common questions in my internal dialogue is this: "Did Jesus really say that?"
Yes, I'm one of those who thinks they really talk with Jesus regularly. And yes, most days I believe I hear from Him. But I don't always remember that what He says are actually promises - Somehow, I easily forget the continuing and ever present truth of the I AM. (The scriptures are full of promises, I know, but I doubt them far too frequently. Perhaps I never really believed or understood them? But even the parts I think I believe, I begin to question.)
I am often struck by these 'inner words', because it was Satan who first them in a dialogue with Eve, (Genesis 3: "Did God really say, 'You must not eat from any tree in the garden'?") Yes, it is good to question - sometimes. Yes, it is good to validate who is really speaking, even in our internal dialogues. It's not my desire to agree with satan or feed my doubt.
Far better to speak with Jesus, than about him, even with myself. The question is quite different from simply saying...You said...
So, I place "standing stones". Many are literally stones from special walks, but there are many things I've picked up along the way. Even in a passing glance, my mind...heart, soul, and spirit, can be filled with images, words and hope in Jesus Christ. They allow me to hear again just by seeing quick glimpses of 'things'.
Especially these days, as I look around my home, my heart swells with praise, because Lord, "You said"...so many beautiful things. You are faithful and worthy of our trust. I love you.
Matthew 8
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Learning to stand again...
The year has started in a powerful way.
New years was spent worshipping with some friends who really love Jesus. We gathered to listen to a friend launch her CD and then continued to sing praises for another 3 hours. And just as midnight struck, another friend.. prayed for the group that had gathered.. and tears filled most of our eyes as she welcomed each of us to come to the table to receive bread and wine in an offering to Jesus the whole of ourselves for this next year.
By the time I got home that night, the phone started ringing (past 2 am) with calls related to work. I received word that they had finished a critical job around 9am. It made for a very interesting welcome into 2009.
The words we sang, the prayers that were said.. so much reflected the year where I had been and the direction for this year as well. And like most times, I tried to bury those words.. they are too much to believe in...and I pretend that they weren't for me, or that I simply didn't hear them in the first place.
I did that a lot of last year. I did that for most of January. But, something has shifted for me this week. (Finally?) And I'm beginning to find my feet again.
I'm remembering some of the promises and some of the joy that came in those deep and special moments when the Lord calls me to hear... and I'm in a place where I'm again able to stand on some of those words with joy in my heart and sing some of it back to him. This song below is one that reflects some of my heart.
I remember singing this particular song in the hills of Rwanda. That memory alone is enough to bring a smile.
I hope you remember what the Lord has spoken as promises to you.
Remember them.
And remind yourself of his faithfulness...