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November 24, 2008

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“An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered; an adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered” G.K. Chesterton

November 22, 2008

There it lay upon my windshield, a lovely long stemmed rose.

I do not know whose hands were used for delivery but I did believe it came from my Savior.

The signature merely said, “Love, Jesus”.

November 21, 2008

I AM Inviting

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Arising early I hear HIS voice calling…

Come again I have more to speak

Be still

Quiet

Rest daughter in MY arms

You don’t expect ME

I come like the wind

Softly I breeze

You notice MY touch so gentle

Yes I AM

Hush

Receive what I want to give you

I AM inviting you to come closer

MY heart you shall have

November 20, 2008

And my skin is burning
With the fire of the world.
Sometimes my eyes are tricking me
But when the words of His song
Are singing through the birds
I can’t help but die,
so He can take me higher
I can’t help but die,
so He can take me higher

Chorus – Lyrics of Skin is Burning by Burlap To Cashmere

Ro 14:8 If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

November 19, 2008

30 Minutes Is Not Enough

I had 30 minutes to do with what I wanted and although I enjoy many people I am around, more often than not I desire to be alone. You see I am never alone no matter what my mind tries to tell me. I ducked away from anyone who might ask me questions. I’d had enough questions of my own, I couldn’t take anyone else’s.

Selfishness was my drug of choice momentarily. I took the back stairs to my car and couldn’t get the keys in the door fast enough. My minutes were already ticking away and I needed something I knew was mine. Zipping my car away from the parking lot faster than I should I was finally alone.

Alone with my heavenly Father to find the peace only He offers me. I had so many questions for Him but I didn’t need to be clumsy and put them into verbal words. He would always just let me be at rest in Him. Driving through the countryside it was so beautiful to look at His colorful palette. I had to roll down the window and put my hand into the fresh breeze. I wanted all of Him to roll over me.

My mind tries to understand such love…how wide? How deep? 30 minutes was not enough. I’d be back every chance I get.

November 18, 2008

Dusty Harp

Written by Bobby Burgess

My dusty guitar is in my hands, and as I strum the mistuned strings, I think of David in Saul’s court. To soothe someone full of anger and hatred, possessed perhaps by an evil spirit sent by the Lord to torment him; what skill he must have had in his hands.

Barrrummmm! No, that’s not a real chord. My cat doesn’t seem soothed. If David misplayed his harp, would Saul have achieved a look of indifference on his face? It was said of David that he was skilled with his instrument, and how it must have been beautiful music to relieve someone of their anguish for a while.

Clunk! Hmmmm. Did David smack his harp against a table now and then? The cat looks up. Does he seem to desire to hurl a spear in my direction? No, it seems not; the birds in the window are his mind’s prey.

What did David’s music sound like? The soft rain of notes falling in suspended and seventh chords, longing for peace in the house of the King? Were they sounds of joyous major scales, resounding the past triumphs of home and battle?

The cat doesn’t care much for either, and yawns as he watches the leaves outside. I’m glad I have a chance to practice on him before I must come before the King and explain my errant talents to him.

1 Sam 16:23 Whenever the spirit from God came upon Saul, David would take his harp and play. Then relief would come to Saul; he would feel better, and the evil spirit would leave him.

November 18, 2008

What Are His Special Dreams?

His son lay upon his chest resting. Going deeper into his special dreams I wondered what he sees when his eyes are closed. Is he already free in his mind and I don’t recognize it because I am expecting him to be like other little boys?

What is autism?

November 16, 2008

Hungry Hearts

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“Everybody’s got a hungry heart.” The first time I heard this was on some radio with Bruce Springsteen belting out a tune about leaving behind the old to search for something new. Of course his lyrics clearly spoke of how he was looking for this something new in the existing culture and a tangible reality he could see.

What I see is beyond this world’s ability to comprehend. Our hungry hearts recognize the need to be reconciled with “something more, something so much greater” than what we are seeing and living today.

Matrix déjà vu….it’s time to leave the grid and live for the promise even when it means to feel pain, to experience loss and to sacrifice our comfortable existence.

November 15, 2008

All Of Me

How I long to be close to your Presence

I drop to my knees unasked but willing to be humble

You command my respect captivating me with tender mercies

Who am I that You would want to know me

Who are You but hope and salvation

As tears run down my cheeks You capture them

I think the bottle must be full enough

When will I see You

I desire more of You

You are asking for more of me

I give up myself finally

All of me

November 14, 2008

Do You Mime?

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.

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