People or Things That We Should Love

Children with dirty hands and faces.
An old person's tears.
A teenager with bad acne. (that was me.)
The snobby wealthy person who's broken on the inside.
The snobby poor person who's too prideful to accept your help.
The driver on I 405 who just gave me the finger.
The ugliest person you ever met.
The sickest person you ever met.
Rude customer service people.
Inconsiderate people.
Noisy neighbors (Lord, help me.)
Lonely people
Our parents.
Yourself.
The Lord, with all your heart, soul, mind and strength.

(I know there's more. This is just what comes to mind at the moment.)

On Time

Life is not a cake walk.
When I was young, I was naive.
Falling into another decade changed that.
Some of us are late bloomers. (I.E. me)
I always was.
Late to walk because I was afraid to stumble.
Late into adolescence, because I was afraid to change.
Late into adulthood, because I was afraid to grow up.
Are you late too?
I became easily frustrated.
I always imagined my life as a race
and I'm choking in everyone's dust.
Yet!
If the Lord fashioned me (and He did)
And He is never early, nor late...
then I suppose I'm right were I'm supposed to be
with Him.
Not according to the world,
not even according to me.
If you let the dust clear,
you will stop choking.
When you stop choking,
you will catch your breath.
And when you breath
you will realize it's not about
the accolades of men.
It's not about comparison,
for you are like no other.
Your race is your own.
and all along the way,
there is someone cheering you on. (Jesus)
And at the end, there is someone waiting to catch you...(Jesus)
If you let Him.
If you look to Him.
If you call to him.
And at the end, you will be...

Right On Time.

Dancing Christians

Welcome to the Dancing Show!
This is where the Christians go,
when they are captive
and do not know.
Held in cages
with no bars.
You can even
see their scars.
They dance to pretend
they do not know.
They avoid the healing
they need to grow.
How is it all this I know?
I used to perform
in the dancing show.

Sleeping Babes

The other day I was babysitting for a friend. While the baby was asleep, I went in to check on her. I looked at her and then I hesitated and took another look. I stood there and simply watched her sleep and listened to her baby breaths. Now I don't have any children yet, but I do love this little one and as I watched her I realized that she has no idea how much she is loved. She has no idea how much I care. No idea how pleasent it was just to observe her sleeping.
Then as I thoughtfully watched her the idea occured to me that that is how the Lord feels about His own. Yet how much more...He adores His children. And takes great delight when we not only sleep, but Rest in Him. He hears my heart beat, He hears me breathe and He knows what I dream.
I realize this is no super observation, rather just a sweet thought about how He loves His children and how He loves me.
Psalm 42:8 Yet the Lord will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

Reflections

Here I sit.
Here I wait.
Here I stay.
Here I hear.
I hear you singing in my heart.
It is always Your Song.
Sometimes I think I am deaf.
But that is only when I am cold.
Without your grace, for sure that's how I would stay.
But Grace...
Grace you give.
Mercy.
Mercy that triumphs over judgement.
Splendid Golden Mercies.
What would I be without you God?
What would I do without your love?
The love that you so sweetly and lavishly give me.
Jesus you adorn me with Purity.
It is only you.
I owe you it all.
All of me.
All of my life.
Thankful.
My heart cries and weeps with thankful tears
for you...My King.
My Jesus.
My Love,
Love me.
Naked, poor and filthy was I for sure.
God let not my heart deceive me even as I write you these words.
But create in me a clean heart.
A willingness to repent and be yielded to you.
Forever more...forever more.

Water

Here it comes again.
Here comes the swell
and I'm going under.
Wave after wave washes me.
You terrify and amaze me.
I yearn for you in my heart.
Yearn for your realness.
Yet I struggle with an indifferent flesh.
A loud flesh.
A strong flesh.
Sweet Living Spirit please wash me.
I want to be soaking wet in your waters
of Life and Joy.
Let my flesh be as the sand under my feet.
Let my spirit be as thick and full
as the weight of your waters over me and surrounding me.
Let me know you now.
Give me reverence for your ability to throw a tidal wave.
And yet joy in knowing your tide can curve slowly and smooth.
Peace.
Peace my soul,
for you are the fount of Living Waters
and I am soaking you in.