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Oct 12 2011

Every Bush Afire With God

When I look around me during this season and see yellows that look more real than pretend, reds that look like they’re glowing, and oranges radiant and firey in the autumn sunshine, the words from Elizabeth Barret Browning’s poem go round and round in my mind.  Just thought I’d share it with you because I love it so much.

“Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.”
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

 


Sep 20 2011

Standing Alone

 When you stand alone, it feels lonely at first. When you grow up and out and up and down with no one to hear your aches and groans, it feels desperate. After years of solitude, you can start to see how living the way you have in the harsh wind, soft rains, cloudy mornings and pinkish sunsets makes you know the earth and its creator. 

Standing alone and standing still has taught you a lot.

The morning breeze becomes your friend–the one to carry your voice to the edges of Heaven. The ancient ears of the grass let your words fall on it with grief, lifting them back to you with joy from its green beauty.

The stillness of the night wraps you up and tucks you in with the stars. The moon blankets you with light and you can see for miles in its glow.

Standing alone has taught you to see in the dark.  You don’t really feel afraid after awhile, knowing the morning is just on the edge of the horizon, just around the bend and through the patch of fog.

Standing alone, you see and know and feel what comfort is when it comes in the warm breeze, the star speckled nights and the orangey glow of the sunrise. You know your creator is the voice gently humming around it all, hands at work, holding you, guiding you, and watching you grow.

Standing alone, you learn you never really are.


Dec 17 2010

Aslan’s Mane

Aslan and Lucy 

Lion of Judah

Behold the Lamb of God who takes away our sin.

The Lamb who was slain

And died

And was risen again a Lion.

He holds the power of the universe in his mane.

He shakes his mane and the mountains bow down

His eyes pierce me to my depths

Awakening a part of me I never knew could live

His softness.

His fierceness.

He could swallow me up, yet he chooses to let me rest my head on his furry mane.

To rest and know his strength.

Feeling his strength with my hands

His muscles rippling under my touch.

Knowing he is strong when I am very, very weak.

Knowing he sees me when I don’t and cannot see Him.

Knowing he is real when I can’t see.

Knowing I am Lucy.

Knowing I am the one who sees you when no one else is looking.

Knowing I want them to see you so so badly.

I want them to know your strength rippling under their fingers.

I want them to lay their face in your mane and know your stillness, your gentleness.

Your all together strength and sufficiency.

I want to see you when I don’t believe.

Your stillness and gentleness remind me that you are.

You are the Lamb of God.

You take our sin.

You were slain.

You were the lamb.

You are the lamb and the Lion.

You died.

You rose.

You live in my dreams and my visions of you high on the hill.

I will follow you Lion of Judah.

I will follow you to the ends of the earth.

 

 

According to the Book of Revelation 5:5, Jesus was the ‘sacrificial Lamb’ and the ‘Lion of Judah’. The prophecy of the coming of the Lord to ‘judge the world’ as the Lion of Judah is clear all through Revelation 5:1-5


Apr 22 2010

Wild and Precious

 Family by tree

The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean-

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-

who is gazing around her with enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. 

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?  Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

I saw this poem and immediately thought of my girls. Wild and Precious. The question she asks,  “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” got me thinking about my own life, the life I am living today, my ordinary life in the here and now.

Your life is wild and precious too.  It’s here, then it’s gone.  Don’t let your life slip by busying yourself with plans and projects that will raise you to the top.  Live the life in this day, today.  Just breathe, and just be.

 

photo by BrittianiRenee


Apr 20 2010

He Loves You. No Matter What

Girls in Grass 

I tell my girls every single day how I love them unconditionally, and their Daddy does the same.  While we are constantly broadcasting that message to them, they hear messages from the world already that they are not good enough, pretty enough, thin enough, smart enough, or athletic enough.

Especially lately.

Bringing up girls is hard.  One of my girls has gotten very sad every time they have done something wrong and I have gently corrected them.  “But are you MAD at me?” is the question every time.

Her question has gotten me thinking:  What about my correction has made her think I am angry with her?  I have assured her again and again that “No, I am not mad” at her when I am correcting her.  But, she still asks every time.

So, I am back pedaling, re-thinking, and praying a lot for my girls.  Praying that they know how precious and valuable they are because God chose to make them uniquely and creatively.  Praying that their hearts would know that what we say to them is true.  Praying God will give them grace to filter out the noise of a world so desperate to topple their hopes and dreams.

  I wrote this little poem for the sad one today.  Pray it sinks in, deep into her toes.

From, the top of your head, to the bottom of your toes

He loves you.

From your inside to your outside, and everything in between,

He loves you.

You can never change his mind about you

No matter what you do, good or bad

He loves you.

His love is as high as you can see, and as far, and even more.

He loves you.

He loves you.

He loves you.

And I do too.


May 16 2009

Ready For Anything

 

India Dec. 2006 193

Time stretched out

Between here and there

The end of the school year

The beginning of our greatest adventure yet

Tucked in

Sweet dreams

Swallowed up by another morning of hope

Risen with the sun

Awakens the day

Brings joy of anticipation

Stretching our arms in praise

And our wings in faith

We fall asleep to dream again

Of what will be new with the summer

What we will see

Who we will change

How we will be changed

A free fall of hope

Waiting to be caught by the unexpected

Ready for anything.