Divine Dance

God is leading me in this duet. 

When I started out, I was all over the place- 

I didn’t even know the right steps.

 But God didn’t point out all of my flaws at once. 

No. 

He took my hand and,

 step-by-step, we began to move as one, 

simultaneously.

 When He moved, I moved.

 I am still learning certain steps of the dance, 

and trying to improve those I have yet to master. 

But I am learning to take joy in this crazy, sometimes frustrating, beautiful dance. 

Because this dance

-this moment-

is my life. 

Thank you

Thank you.

I don’t say it near enough.

I think I could say it over and over for the rest of my life, and it would not be enough.

So I thank you.

In the midst of brokenness and confusion, thank you.

In the heart of a mighty storm and raging sea, thank you.

In the depths of my deepest despair, thank you.

In the soul of angst and frustration, thank you.

In the core of my darkest night, I thank you.

For your unfailing, unending, undeserving love.

"For the mountains may be removed and the hills may shake, but My loving kindness will not be removed from you,
and My covenant of peace will not be shaken," Says the LORD who has compassion on you. Isaiah 54:10

Dollhouse

Some days I feel like a little girl with a big dollhouse.

Today was one of them.

This little girl who could get the moon just by looking at her daddy with those big green eyes. Gosh, how he loves her, he is crazy about that little girl. One day, after getting bored with the many other gifts her father has lavished her with, she walks up to her dad and begins to beg him for a dollhouse. “My darling, when you are older.” He tells her. “Trust me, it is bigger than you can handle right now.” But she cried, and begged, and looked at him with those eyes, and he couldn’t resist. She walked into her room one morning and there it was: a brand new dollhouse with a big bow on it. She was so excited. She immediately pulled it down off the bed and started playing with it. But she got a little too restless, as most little girls do, and as she was moving around, she tripped over it and broke it. Devastated, she sat on the floor and cried. She ran back to her daddy’s room and fell at his feet. “Daddy, fix this mess. I broke it. Daddy fix it.”

How often do I find myself at the feet of my Father saying, “Daddy, fix this mess. I have broken what you have given me. I should have listened to you. You said it was more than I could handle. You said trust me and I was selfish. Daddy, fix it.”

I think what is even more heartbreaking than the brokenness of the little girl, is that without fail, every time, he picks that little girl up off her feet…and fixes the mess. 

Beloved Bride

Precious and weighty thoughts of thine-

Behold the branch that feeds the vine.

I've searched thine heart; I know thine soul,

I've sustained thine hands from the depths of Sheol.

Jealousy-mine heart knows well;

for souls that choose the path of hell.

Deny thyself and I will give you more,

than empty words upon shallow shores.

Overwhelmed and broken hearts-

find in Me a brand new start

No greater love can one comply-

than a father's son sent to die.

I'll pay a ransom; a costless price,

to be your Sacred Sacrifice. 

Invitations my Spirit dwells,

so you might Never bear the nails.

I have engraved your name in my palm,

In your darkest night, I'll make you calm. 

Take my hand, and don't look back. 

For nothing shall my child lack.

On eagle's wings, you shall soar!

I'll give you every thing and more.

Forever faithfully I will reside,

My beautiful sister, my Beloved bride.

Timeless

What gets me is how you can look at this old, dirty, tiny pond, and you love it as if you were overlooking the Pacific Ocean.




I am sitting here on this bench, overlooking this dirty, brown, sorry pond, on the most beautiful day since I have been here. I don't know if I would ever actually admit, but it is kind of beautiful, in a sense.

There is something nostalgic and serene about it-something inviting. Like it holds a hidden worth that most overlook. I am listening to Bebo Norman and am very contemplative. I think today is one of my best here.

I love moments like this; in a world that grips the fast land and hardly has a moment to spare and stop and appreciate all that has been accomplished. As if the Earth is at a stand still, and I have the reigns.Days like this are the result of a loving Prince. How can I compete? I have just been given bliss. To miss this moment would be foolish. I think this place of serenity, of peace, is a tiny glimpse of who God is. This is an outward depiction of what He is doing on my heart. His beauty has me speechless. How can this be? It is though God has resided His very presence on this field. And to stand in His presence is almost tangible. To say you don't believe would be denial or self-enforced ignorance. He is so dominantly here. His presence is so clearly evident. If I could gather all of the lost people and point to this place, this moment in time, it is as if all would be brought to clarity, answering every complicating question, leaving mere inevitable worship.

He is here. My King is on this very bench, as I indulge in His all encompassing love.

He is more than enough. Because when He has my attention, nothing else matters. My heart has been won.

He Calls Me Beloved

A little girl loved her daddy very much. But one day he told his little girl that he had to leave for a while. Tears streamed down her face as he kissed her on the cheek and said he would return as soon as he had taken care of some things. Before he walked out the door he said, "wait patiently for me, my dear, for I have a surprise for you. But you must not eat any sweets in the cabinet or make a mess in the living room." For hours she sat there waiting patiently by the door for his return. But after several hours of still no return, she began to get hungry and curious. The little girl went to the kitchen and opened up the cupboard. Spotting a box of cookies she peeked around the corner and took one from the box. "Just one won't hurt," she thought. "He won't even have to know." But the cookie was so good, so she took another. And another. She grabbed the entire box and whatever else she could find and ate until she was sick. At about that time, her father returned home. When he opened the front door, he saw his little girl lying on the floor with a chocolate stain on her face and trash scattering the living room. In sudden awareness of what she had done, she became afraid. Ready to throw out any excuse that came at her she opened her mouth as her daddy set down an unfamiliar box and walked away. Thinking she had dodged a bullet, she followed him back to his room. She cracked open the door to see her father sit down on the bed and a tear roll down his cheek. She ran back to the living room and opened up the box he had brought home. In the box contained dinner for two from her favorite restaurant. She fell to the floor and cried.

"Father forgive me. For I have been a glutton for sweets, when all you wanted was dinner for two."