Incredible Love

I am so glad these things are true - completely, absolutely and eternally true.

- God, Jesus, the Spirit loves me. Oh, yes He does.
- In spite of everything I do, all the crap I pull, as hard as I try and run, He loves me.
- His desire is that I would know Him, know the breadth, depth, height and width of His love for me, be captivated by His love and love Him in return.
- He knows exactly how to capture my attention, just what will touch my heart.
- He sees what is in my heart, even when I can't seem to tell Him any of it.
- He is still with me, will call to me when I am in the wilderness, even when I have wandered there in my own foolishness, selfishness and stuborness.

His pursuit of me, His desire for my heart astounds me. Amazing that He knows how to hug my soul just right to say, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I love you, now and always. Talk to Me. Cry to Me. Trust Me."

The lessons we learn over and over...He must really want us to know.

Talk to you soon, friend.

My Heart

Oh, my God
Shine Your light on us
That we might live
Oh, my God
Shine Your light on us
That we might live
I've been holding on
I've been holding on
All that is inside me
Screams to come back home
If you feel lost
If you feel lost
Sing along
If you feel tired
If you feel tired
Sing along
If you feel lost and tired
This is your song
I've been broken down
I've been broken down
I ain't giving up
Love will come back around
Sine Your light
Shine it down
Let Your rescue come for us, we long to love

Shine Your Light On Us
Robbie Seay Band - Give Yourself Away

Jesus, words are not enough. You see and know my heart. Shine Your light. Rescue me.

Wish I could sleep...

Why is it so difficult for brokenhearted people to admit they are hurting, for me to say I'm hurting? Why is there a need to put up a front, a facade, and declare to the world that we're fine? What impression does the tough girl image really give off anyways, that I'm strong and confident, persistent, moved by nothing and able to handle anything? If they look a little closer, won't they see right through me?

Do I think God doesn't see through it? Doesn't He know me in all of my frailty, all my weakness? Then why can't I say I need to talk to You?

I'm not sure if I'm scared He'll yell at me or be angry with me, disown me or get fed up and quit listening to me after I throw out a million excuses for why I've been just so. Part of me wishes He'd yell at me. Maybe then I'd get so upset and flustered that it'd all come spilling out and I'd say everything I need to say. Maybe then I'd feel like He actually cared, was still after me. But how often does it really work like that?

Even if we are in the same room, I can't seem to say anything, can't even look at Him. I can't look at the tears roll down His face. I'm not seeing His pain, not seeing how much His heart is broken over my broken heart. I don't see how much it hurts Him for me to think He doesn't care, to run farther and faster with that thought pushing me. He would cry with me if I let Him. He would wrap me up in His arms if I let Him. No matter how far I go, He will always welcome me home.

Maybe all I have to do is knock, look at Him when the door opens, run, and fall in His arms.

Now for the courage. It's going to be a long night.

Scene

You quietly knock on the door and listen for that strong but gentle voice to answer. Watching you stand frozen in the doorway, He beckons you to come in and sit down. Once you get past greetings and small talk, He asks you what you came to see Him for, mentions that you haven't been around in a while. He knows something's wrong and wants you to tell Him all of what's on your mind. Eyes lowered and voice low, blinking back tears, you try to verbalize all that you've repeatedly rehearsed in your head and utter a few words, then pause. You can't think of anything to say. All you've come up with is a list of pitiful excuses, excuses that don't really explain anything and make you feel worse as you go along. You know you should start over with an apology for everything - running off, being distant - but in your mind that won't even chip the ice. After stumbling halfway through a few sentences, you do apologize, for being a bother. And quickly, you get up and leave.

End scene.

What do you do? What do you say? What do I do?

I'm so glad God is patient and shows me grace everyday, especially today.

I love Robbie Seay Band: In my darkest night You brighten up the sky. A song will rise. I will sing a song of hope, sing along, God of heaven come down, heaven come down. Just to know that You are near is enough. God of heaven come down, heaven come down. Oh, sing a song of hope, sing along, God of heaven come down, heaven come down. Just to know You and be loved is enough. God of heaven come down, heaven come down, yeah.

To know that He is near...

Talk to you soon, friend.

Grace to trust You more, be so much more than enough

How many times has this been the cry of my heart? I have a feeling this is my answer. Never promised to answer the way I wished, did He?

When you ask God for patience, does He grant you more patience, or an opportunity to be patient? God wants to do in your life what your mind has never conceived.

Apparently, He answers requests of faith and satisfaction that way as well. And maybe the latter reason is why.

Christ does not always immediatley calm the storm, but He is always willing to calm His child on the basis of His presence. "If I continue to let the storm swell, it is because I want you to see me walk on the water." - Beth Moore

You race to meet me and bring me back to life. I'm looking.

Sweet Sleep

After a sleepless night fueled by a restless spirit and running imagination, the morning greeted me with this:

Give to the wind your fears. Hope and be undismayed. God hears your sighs and counts your tears. God will lift up your head. - Jars of Clay

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Paul prays this prayer for the Ephesians: I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to Him who is able to do immesurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever! Amen.

If the test is to strengthen my faith in Christ, grow in the understanding of His love and know what David meant when he said my cup overflows, is it worth it? If I gain nothing but a closer walk with Him, receive His love in every situation, is it worth it? If all that He has is nothing I ask or imagine but it brings Him glory, is it worth it?

Tough questions. Something to think about.

What the Crap?

So yesterday...

Him: Ok. What else? What's up?
Me: Nothin, that's it.
Him: What's with the defensive posture?
Me: This is not defensive posture.
Him: Then why are your knees pulled up in front of your chest, protecting your vital organs? If I put you in front of a wall, you'd be ready for a tornado drill.
Me: That's not funny.
Him: I didn't say it was...

Still hasn't rained, no flood. A couple of sprinkles though, brief, few and far between.

Music: ...today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way. Jesus can You show me just how far the east is from the west...