13 September 2014

empty eggshell

Here at the Zambia base, one Saturday each month is devoted to prayer and fasting.

Today is the day.

We gathered corporately at 9 to worship before splitting into smaller groups to declare and pray The Word.  We began with Luke.

Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up.  He said: “In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared what people thought. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, ‘Grant me justice against my adversary.’

“For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, ‘Even though I don’t fear God or care what people think, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come and attack me!’”

 And the Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off?  I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”  Luke 18:8-1-8 NIV

We were then given thirty minutes of personal time with the Lord, to pray about the condition of our prayer lives, repent of any prayerlessness or discouragement and ask that He would give us new strength, vigor and perseverance.

I took my chair out into the morning sun, and as I quieted myself before Him I saw my prayer life as an often empty shell.  Like an egg, when there is nothing inside to stand against external pressure the shell will shatter into tiny shards.  Yet when the shell is filled and solid, pressure from outside may crack but not destroy it.

I asked that the Lord would remind me to continually fill myself with His Spirit which He freely pours out to all who would receive   It is indeed my part to drink, my choice, my pleasure.

May I stay ever firm, solid, filled with His truth, His love and His light.

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday
being still with Sandy


09 September 2014

contrite spirits

lessons this week, have run deep
openness and brokenness
religion versus relationship
mixed with sessions of practical work
serving, cleaning, humble
bringing any haughty spirit low
no room for pride here
learning to love cross culturally
offering all of myself
as my spiritual act of worship
less of me and more of You, Lord
the cry of my heart

My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit;
    a broken and contrite heart
you, God, will not despise
Psalm 51:17 NIV

Going through the motions doesn't please you,
    a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship
    when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love
    don’t for a moment escape God’s notice.
Psalm 51:17 The Message


03 September 2014

treading the red dirt

our feet are treading red dirt again
the hunger to be here intensified 
as we gazed out the airplane’s small window
“it has been seven years” I whispered to Rick
“yes, far too long’ he replied.
stuffed into a small transport vehicle
we bumped along the road between Lusaka
and Kabwe, and much of our view
matched our memories of Uganda
things are both familiar
and totally foreign 
in ways we did not experience during our last trip
perhaps because then we knew our time there was short
but now we are here
for two years, or more years
knowing that God is asking, encouraging
expecting us to adapt
we are in His hands
as always, walking by faith
but the sight in both glorious
and astounding


30 August 2014

the time is here

time to leave the green of The Netherlands
and the ease and comfort
of the Western world
now the adventure truly begins

Zambia and Malawi
here we come


25 August 2014

not mine

time is all at once
too fast, too slow
I have not yet adjusted
to the new truth
that time is not my own
it never was
thoughts that I possessed
anything at all
were mere illusion
more stones to drop
slipping through loose fingertips
not to leave a trail to follow back
but simply to release excess
weight or ties that hinder

every bit I let go of
teaches me
how vast the store
still in my grasping
hands and heart
enough to sink a spirit 
yearning to float 

joining Kelli where the rhythms are His alone


24 August 2014


hearts are cracking
opening fresh, wild
ready to draw in more
tears and smiles
mingle, how privileged
are we to watch
as God moves nations

Halfway into the Global Orientation Conference
we are surrounded by those much younger than us
the other night we sang Hosanna
I see a generation
rising up to take their place
with selfless faith
and I journalled:

Last night I sensed that You plan to use us as examples for the generation following us. How best can we do that Lord?

obedience and surrender
they will see your willing spirit
when you die to self with joy
they will see how you love
when you allow yourself
to be moved by the wind of My Spirit
they will learn how to dance with Me
step by step, breath by breath

22 August 2014

not by might

this morning's quiet time - listening:

So he said to me, 
“This is the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel: 
‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Lord Almighty. 

My power
My faith
My courage working in you
You need not strive
or worry
or ponder plans
but give in, simply, totally
and I will have My way
for it is not what you do
but what I have already done

time slows
and spins
at My command
yet has now no power
in the context of eternity
breathe in the release of that truth
acknowledge your total lack
of control
and in that, find your peace
and so remain
in the vine

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