Do You Mime?

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The lights dimmed and the music with its backbeat was turned up. A hush came upon the audience and we all looked to the spotlit stage. Dancing out to the front of the stage was a young man whose age I could only guess to be in his early teens. His face was painted in white make-up with dramatic expressions and upon his hands were white gloves giving accent to his dark suit. He moved to the rhythm of the song while lip syncing the lyrics. Using his body, he gave full expression to the words he wanted to share as having great importance. I didn’t know the song but I recognized the idiom. A second young man joined him upon the stage and they danced in unison, each trying to express the deliberateness of our inner cry for love.

This precious gift of dance and expression is often referred to as “miming”. Thinking back on this performance draws my attention to how so many people “mime” their way through life in one way or another. Without words we express ourselves. I am sometimes tempted to spell out the obvious but this time I just want to leave the obvious for others to observe. With refreshed eyes, try looking at our neighbors, our loved ones and especially ourselves.

Written definitions of “miming”: To act out with gestures and body movement. To portray characters and situations by gesture and body movement. To ridicule by imitation; mimic. To express or describe something in actions or gestures without using speech.

He Will Cover Me

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“He will not expose me, but He will cover me because He loves me.” Anonymous quote from a dear friend.

I hang around people who have a deeply personal relationship with the Lord and because of it they often have sound words of wisdom. I was recently chatting about areas of healing for those open wounds some of us still carry and how gracious our heavenly Father is to offer healing but first we must trust Him with our hurts. Funny enough I got back two emails about onions and layers peeled back. One of them, I hadn’t even mentioned a word to; another of those “weird” moments to capture my attention. As I wrapped their warm words of comfort around myself I was reminded of an even greater promise……

Jer 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Take “Me” Out Of Myself

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The week is half gone and at the beginning I felt as though I were loosing my semblance of what I consider to be sanity. These days that is nothing more than being outside of my peaceful zone. I have become so used to living in this peaceful presence I don’t often know how to behave on the outside of it. All I want is “back in”.

I have learned how much of being in this presence is really up to me. The more I whine about my situation, the more I plunge myself into “self-pity” mode and well, let’s be honest, “self-centeredness”. I become the grand dame starring in the play about…..you guessed it, “ME”.

I had a chance to get away from myself this afternoon and the easiness with which I accomplished that feat still makes me grin. I merely took myself out to the park and started talking to people who needed to know they are cared about, even by a stranger such as myself.

I Went Out Half Naked Forgetting My Armor

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Ever have days where it just felt as though something went left but you can’t figure out where? I actually felt as though I was hanging by a thread to my sanity and my peace of mind. I made it through the day but about the time I hit the freeway something just seemed to break. Incredible waves of sadness were upon me and I couldn’t put my finger on a single reason for why.

I tried to fight it alone for a short while but past experiences reminded me I am not here to do anything alone. Swallowing my pride for the umpteenth time I reached for my cell phone and called a warrior. I needed help for this battle and it was beyond my ability to speak over myself. She reminded me I had gone out today half naked, forgetting some of my armor.

Eph 6:11-18 Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.

Let’s Sing Right To Him

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“I don’t want to talk about you like you’re not in the room

I want to look right at you I want to sing right to you….”

These are worship lyrics that struck my heart with resonance. How many of us are going through the motions when we profess to be worshipping? Are we merely mouthing the words because we know them or are we truly singing them out from within like we mean them? What if we could really see with our natural eyes the face of our Lord Jesus as He looks back at us? Would we ever stop singing once 3 minutes is up where the song is supposed to stop or would we take the song back from the worship band and carry it ourselves for as long as our Lord continued to look at us with His great love?

“I Put Her In The Godbox”

I walked up on a couple where the guy was being led in prayer by a friend to accept the Lord Jesus as his savior. The man seemed eager to accept and hear about the Lord. His girlfriend seemed more cynical and sat in the background.

You ever meet people you just know you shouldn’t do anything more than befriend? The holy spirit seemed to speak “kindness”. While my friend prayed for her hubby I engaged the woman in conversation. She had a dog named Chelsea. I wish I could tell you the woman’s name but I don’t remember it. Her dog was special to her though.

She herself was from Virginia and came to California with a husband who had since divorced her. This seemed quite painful for her so I didn’t touch that tenderness beyond her own offering of information.

She had siblings and a daughter whom she said did not approve of her lifestyle. Another tenderness, so I let her talk further. As we went back and forth in various chit chat she told of her daughter more and said “I put her in the Godbox.”

“Godbox? I’ve never heard that phrase before, what does it mean?” I asked.

“You know, I leave her in the Lord’s care, the Godbox.” She replied.

I then understood fully what she meant. It was that place we put those we are so desperately wanting to share our love with and yet feel helpless to communicate that love.

I laughed and asked her if I could quote her for my writing. Smiling with a huge grin she looked back at me for the first time with something that felt like trust and told me, “Sure.”

Okinawa History Lesson

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I am a fan of the history channel. On this particular night the host went to Okinawa and actually found a man who had been 13 years old at the time when he and his family hid in the caves upon this island while it was bombarded with bombs.

Let’s talk about the graciousness of this man who would face his own demons. He spoke of horrors none of us have ever imagined let alone tried to live through. Still he walked these caves with the host to share with the rest of the world what a true nightmare war can be. A chilling moment came when he mentioned how there were human remains everywhere they walked in this cave. His memories were so sharp he was able to tell in detail the many ways he watched his neighbors die.

When the host asked him if he’d come back to this place, he was adamant to speak out in broken English how he’d never let this place into his physical presence but more importantly into his memorable life. I knew what he meant. He’d never again let the horror of the past interfere with his present or future life, it had stolen enough of his youth.

This man was a living witness of something we all need to recognize. We need to understand how we should never be robbed of today’s riches by yesterday’s thieves.

John 10:10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.

Who Do They Say You Are?

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“Who do you say I am?” A question asked by the greatest of all and yet one worth asking over ourselves.

How do people perceive me? Judging from conversations and emails I can say most don’t know me well at all. The compliments can distract me and the vague accusations smack of inner wounds not my own but those painted onto my back. We are creatures born to need encouragement, yet easily taken into self love by too much praise. On the other side are tender feelings scarred by rejection, quickly turning into hard walls of self protection.

Balance is key not only to our own survival but also to our own ability to help others. Our bible mentions the word humble sixty-eight times. Since there are only 66 books we must take note of this oft mentioned word. In retrospect it seems to represent very well the true definition of balance…..Humility, or being humble, is the defining characteristic of an unpretentious and modest person, someone who does not think that he or she is better or more important than others…..I strive to be this definition and yet openly confess how much I fall short of the mark.

Remember always, the only opinion to truly matter is our heavenly Father’s.

War Inside

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War Inside….Lyrics by Todd Agnew

Do you feel the tension, do you?

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Do you feel the grind?
Do you see the battle ‘tween this
Flesh and soul of mine?
‘Cause there’s a war inside of me
Between who I want to be
And who I am
I do what I don’t want to do
And don’t do what I mean
I end up chasing all my nightmares
abandoning my dreams
Who I am is not who I want to be
Shackled like a slave when I know that I’m free
Wrong and right, truth and lie, death versus life
Everything in me is choosing sides
And the showdown begins
Do you feel the tension?

A New Sheriff In Town

Okay, so there’s a new sheriff (Obama) in town and he’s looking to “change” the world we know. What does that really mean? Liberal judges, a cut in military support, higher taxes? All of these have been threatened but do we know this to be truth? Personally I don’t want to paint the guy as bad for this nation.

We need to take responsibility for our own actions as a whole. Those who voted for him are our neighbors, friends and family. Will we separate ourselves and point at others saying he’s yours not ours? How silly could that be? Let’s embrace the leadership we have been given and do what we must to be supportive.

We live in one of most free countries on our planet and although no man’s government is perfect we surely have opportunities other nations are striving to have. My hope is not in the man but in the heavenly Father’s mercy. As He has allowed this new king to arise we speak blessings over Obama and his family for their service to our country.