Wednesday, February 14, 2018

God is greater than your heart

It wasn’t intentional, the sin, but night had fallen and so had I.  The weariness of soul brimmed and spilled. 

A voice without words pressed and pushed until thoughts became actions that gave wings to things that should not be.

Sprained and limping was my soul as I sought to erase what I had done even as snippets of memory burned like acid rain.

Tears fell in silence as shadows of sorrow began to fill a heart that wanted to cut away the actions too painful to recall. 

The accuser whispered words of condemnation.  The repeated theme attempts to swirl smoky tendrils like chains around the heart.

Fingers point at this one crippled by sin she knows so well. 

My hand clutches the stone I willingly will cast at my own sin.

Guilty is the anthem that stings my broken heart as the memory brings me low into the dust. 

In the dust I find a covenant written in blood. Grief floods my heart as I bend to touch that promise etched by nail-scarred palms.

The stone rolls away.

John 8:10-11
 Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?” “No, Lord,” she said.And Jesus said, “Neither do I.
Go and sin no more.

*His forgiveness is extended to you this day.  No matter what you have done.  No matter how far you have fallen.  His grace raises you up even as His blood washes whiter than snow.  
Even though your heart may condemn you, God is greater than our heart. (1 John 3:20)

Sunday, January 28, 2018

God's Whisper

"Healing in His Wings"  Malachi 4:2    mixed media

I stare not outwardly but inwardly as the morning sun slowly rises; hands wrapped around the warmth of a cup filled with fragrant coffee. In the quiet hush of the day I find my soul rushing into the concerns of the present. I am learning to let them rise up and to face each anxious circumstance. 

This unveiling brings them into the light of day where they can be released into His hands. I breathe deeply knowing that the whisper of God’s presence is with me and then with shuddering breaths I exhale the quiet murmurings of my troubled soul.

Minute after minute He weaves eternity into today with the slow quiet ticking of a heart so desperately in need of His grace. It is in this stillness that heaven touches earth. My earth. My day. This present quiet. 

Mundane moments in this quiet lowly place are where I receive His mercies new and fresh every morning. This becomes a sacred, secret place as I invite Him to enter once again. 

A weighty understanding falls that worship is costly. So I press in closer to Him as I bow my head as I offer sacrifices of praise to the One who paid a price much greater than I. So I watch as the shadows recede in the light of His presence. 

Everything in life will change but He is my constant in the midst of the messy moments of every day. He turns my gaze back out again, to face the day. His truth rises within my heart even as the sun upon this new morning. 

I begin to sense an almost imperceptible shift as my frantic thoughts are not so frantic now. Another rhythm quiets the staccato beat of this heart of mine. How sweet the sound as the chattering of my soul stills. 

He is teaching me how to live in the quiet even in the midst of the noise.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Broken can be beautiful

No one sets out to diminish the health of their own soul…But let’s face it – it happens! Life is what happens.

Peace will never come until we have accepted in totality all that is involved in our suffering, even facing and accepting the fact that the sorrow that has struck us so suddenly may never be removed.  Acceptance is taking from God's hand absolutely anything He chooses to give us, looking up into His face with love and trust." Margaret Clarkson

It is only natural to ask "why" in times of suffering but perhaps instead of asking "why" the question should be "who".  Who do we turn to when life depletes our soul through the painful circumstances of today?  

It is to God that we turn because:

 "it is a simple fact of life: there will be difficulties, setbacks and disappointments.  For some people there will be rejection; for others there will be tragic losses.  For still others there will be inexplicable suffering.  No one is immune from pain; it is part of the package that comes with life.  All people experience the brokenness of the world intersecting with their lives in a thousand and one ways."  Gordon T. Smith

Broken can be beautiful when we begin to see how He ever draws us closer.  

The health of our soul DOES matter so why don't you join me in an amazing 6 week journey as we learn to sit quietly to sip the cup of living water that He presses to our lips.