Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Being a Mom

Like chirping birds announcing morn'
little feet arouse the dawn.

Clanging toys and banging doors,
pirates, mermaids and messy floors.

Little voices and owie toes,
little sobs crying little woes.

When the day waves its goodbye,
and slumber greets the heavy eye

What would I have rather done,
than nurture the soul of a little one?

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Bizarre Dream. An interpretation....anyone?

I do wonder sometimes where our dreams come from. There are some dreams that are an obvious working out of our daily stresses, and others that are just plain random. The following dream is hands down the strangest dream I have ever had.

The dream began with my husband kneeling very close the ground talking very gently to this teeny tiny (noodle, or tortilla. Some white food.) cut in the shape of a cross, with a cartoon-type animated face in the top portion, with a large round mouth and long eye-lashes, and the arms of the cross being her arms, and she was not responding to my husband as he spoke to her.



She was in some type of crisis and he was trying to console her, but she would have none of it. She would not even look at him. Then I approached the scene and knelt down with them and I began to pray for her in tongues. And as I prayed for her she looked at me and she began excitedly talking back to me in Punjabi. She was Indian and she understood all I said to her in tongues, and I understood all she said to me. I spontaneously rose to go retrieve a belt.

While I was gone Jeff wrapped the Punjabi-speaking noodle girl in a tortilla, with her little eyes and mouth sticking out the top, and the rest covered in cheese and lettuce. When I arrived back he was about to place her in a frying pan of hot oil. I began screaming that he had to stop, he was going to hurt her! But he continued on until she was fully submerged in the oil. Then when he drew her from the hot oil she was smiling, as though she had gone for a summer's day swim, and said to me that she loved it.



It was perfect for her -

Then I woke up.

Any takers on this one?

When I told my husband we laughed and laughed. I have no idea what it could all possibly mean.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Tears

Tears,
gut-wrenching pain,
stinging rain,
hurting, bottling,
hurtling, tossing,
cheek-burning,
soul-churning,
silent,
wailing,
dark,
flailing,
pain.

The precipice,
chasm of deep,
insanity,
sleep.
Permanent escape.
Hurling through space,
tethered to...

Laughter,
gut-splitting pain,
cleansing rain,
healing, washing,
hurtling, tossing,
cheek-burning,
soul-churning,
silent,
wailing,
bright,
flailing,
laughter.

From my facebook...

Discussion question posted by Rob:

Ever had someone really important to you think that your need for a deeper walk with Christ was nothing but an elaborate game to draw their attention to you? What did you do to fight the pain that that ripped through you? What did you do to fight the sheer pain that ripped through you?

My post:

I heard their criticism for what it was. And I cried. Then I decided: God is not done with me yet!

I have seen it happen before, when trust is broken down and the one in need of convincing still sees signs of the old self - the one that cannot be trusted- peeking through the new self as though hiding behind blinds. Which self can be trusted? There are so many things we do that we do not know we do. Things that have unintended consequences. Especially if we have lived together, there are words and actions that are matted in and intertwined with that sense of mistrust. God is not done with us yet. There is more yet for us to see before we are truly changed.
Show me more, LORD. Show me all that I have done wrong. Show me how I have broken down trust. Show me how I have hurt. Show me the elaborate games I have played in the past and teach me, oh Lord, teach me how to live apart from these elaborate games that I play. "Therefore, submit to God. But resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, sinners, and purify your heart, double-minded people! Be miserable and mourn and weep. Your laughter must change to mourning and your joy to sorrow. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and He will lift you up." James 4:7-10

Monday, February 16, 2009

Faithfulness

Great is thy faithfulness

Oh God, my Father.

There is no shadow of turning with thee.




Thou changest not,

Thy compassions they fail not.

For thou hast been

and forever will be.

Great is thy faithfulness.

Great is thy faithfulness!

Morning by morning new mercies I see.



All I have needed thy hand hast provided.

Great is thy faithfulness

Lord unto me.

God's Facebook - The Writing on the wall.

In the morning when I get up one of the first things I do is check my Facebook and email to see if anyone left me any important messages or to be reminded of what needs to be done that day.

Sometimes there are inspiring stories, or photos that touch my heart, or encouraging words from a friend.

What if the Bible were God's Facebook?
What would his profile photo be?
What would his description of himself be?
Who would be on his friends list? Paul, Timothy, Mosses, Adam and Eve, Hannah, Ruth and Boaz, Jacob for sure would be there, and Abraham...probably in his top ten list.
What common friends would we have?

What would I find on God's wall? What would he write on mine?

There are many ways for God to speak - just as there are many ways for us to communicate with our friends - so why am I more likely to share a news story or say an encouraging word on facebook than I am in person? Many reasons, probably, but I am guessing those same reasons are closely tied to the reason the Bible is such a tangible means for us to see God's face in the day, to hear his inspiring stories or to feel his words of encouragement.

Every day I have the opportunity to open my facebook and see what God has waiting there for me. Perhaps I am not spending enough time looking for what God is writing on my wall.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Storms

I look toward the horizon.
I see the storm coming,
I feel winds of change across my soul.
I've been here before, I smell the enemy,
waiting to shred lessons unfurled.

I sense deep within
to watch darkening clouds,
to feel the pelting rain,
is to fail to learn the lesson;
to stand soaking in unnecessary pain...

I've learned from the past,
few storms are outrun.
It just tatters unfurling sails.
The lessons that come in the wind and the rain
in time the sun reveals.

When the storm has passed
It is then that more gentle winds
carry me along,
and the sails unfurled, the lessons learned,
take me to where I belong.

So I come to You,
my Sanctuary,
my safe place in the storm.
Here I find in the quiet and still
that I know you are God.