towers and tiles

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The other evening, as I closed my eyes, I saw an image of the Eiffel Tower and later, a picture of beautiful mosaic work. Yesterday, I asked the Lord if He was trying to say something through these pictures. This morning, He answered, plainly.

Think of the shape if the Eiffel Tower, it grows narrower as it grows taller. So too shall our work together be, little one.

At the base, the beginning, it is broad, wide.  What we first look at in your life will be basic and general. But as we elevate, the things we will target together will get more focused, more specific as the air thins and there is less of the world. Where there is little solid ground, you will not be able to depend on what you know but only lean on Me.

But the view, oh the view, child, when you begin to see what I see!

The mosaic is simple. It is beauty created from brokenness. It is a picture of how I see your life, a reflection of My glory.

Do not despise the breaking.
Do not fear the thin air.
I Am the Master and I Am at work.

sorrow escapes

dreams that die

leave empty space, openings 

where sorrow escapes

what room to fill

as light invades

and dreams are birthed anew

love learned

anywhere we land

however temporary

companions appear 

adopting us

reminders of how to love

and be loved

asking only for a sweet touch

giving so much more

than they will ever know

Until then, there are three things that remain: 

faith, hope, and love—yet love surpasses them all. 

So above all else, let love be the beautiful prize for which you run.

1 Corinthians 13:13 Passion Translation

travel light

things are merely 

things and yet 

they carry 

and contain memories

leaving them behind

we lose markers, road signs

ways of getting back

to who and where

we were

a cost deeper

than my heart 

would choose to bear

still, I travel light

watch and believe

I savour nothing more than 
the Lord's words spoken to me 
in the early morning hours
priceless life to me

I use everything from the greatest to the smallest
I transform tears into glory
did I not turn blood into salvation?
How much more can I transform all things?

Only watch and believe
be strong in the waiting
have I not already commanded you
strong and courageous

I Am in the stillness
when you think I Am not moving

Know and believe

Moses told the people, Fear not; stand still (firm, confident, undismayed) and see the salvation of the Lord which He will work for you today. For the Egyptians you have seen today you shall never see again. The Lord will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace and remain at rest.
Exodus 14:13-14

Sharing the morning

one of many

sharing the morning 

sun and stillness

but interrupting

with his call

new symphonies 

rehearsed at dawn

noon, nightfall

each unique, orchestra

members welcomed

how, without auditions

can there be such eerie unison?

but He already knew

Who formed each feather

and selects each song

not too proud

slick black shine

not too proud 

to beg for stroking

scratching

offers in return

loyalty in affection

a constant returning

for more

be saturated

I have not yet learned 

how to settle

to not feel pushed

to "do"

this freedom is alien, unusual

even as I welcome it

this morning, coffee in hand

the Lord whispered

do not strive but be saturated

and allow My presence to manifest 

in the space around you

that space may transcend miles and borders

and yes, even time

for I Am now, then and ever

simply be who you are in Me

speak when I move your tongue

write the words I give you

allow the world to see

you live for Me alone

through a glass

there is beauty in the blur

when you can both see

and not see

yet colour and light

still have their way

we are drawing close to the One 

Who knows our next steps

cherishing every moment of glory 

He chooses to share with us

along this foggy path

For now we see but a faint reflection 

of riddles and mysteries 

as though reflected in a mirror, 

but one day we will see face-to-face.

My  understanding is incomplete now, 

but one day I will understand everything, 

just as everything about me has been fully understood. 

1 Corinthians 13:12 The Passion Translation

wonder

May I never lose this wonder

the surprise of beauty

unique, peculiar

and unexpected

Only God Himself

constant in creation

knows what waits

for our eyes to behold

Random, disturbed, profound

this picture has no connection with the text below, just random beauty

I was trying to read, reading about writing

instead of writing what someone else 

might or might not want to read

and remembering a dear old, no, 

young, blogging friend, who,

once started a thing he titled

Randomly Disturbed Thursdays.

I realised it was, in fact,Thursday

and after all that, still I sat

reading about writing, my highly sensitive self

aware of the most annoying, distracting

sound of a leaky faucet, drip by drop.

I inquired of my husband, who

sat beside me at the kitchen table, also reading

"Where is that dripping coming from?"

Having no answer, he turned his page

continuing, while my ears, ever sharp

even in their half-deafness, tried to discern

"Could it be coming from the bathroom?"

"I can check" he replied, yet did not.

"You're sure it's not the kitchen sink?"

I turned to stare, to see if I could spy 

a silvery slip of something, no

not there, but still, the tap, tap, rhythmic

almost like the ticking of a clock, yes

almost like the clock just behind me 

on the wall, the second hand perfectly timed

to the same pestering sound.

On this Thursday, I found

random, disturbed, profound 

the truth, nothing is as we first

believe, flexibility is essential

and a touch of silly helps sometimes

when you're finding it hard to breathe.

Ash Wednesday 2019

there are no ashes

marked upon my skin

yet inside, deep

they scatter to fill

an unexpected emptiness

who am I to mark

losses, gathered 

in stacks

of nothing

from which I was created

to which I will return

where the only One Who mattered

matters still

For you were made from dust, 

and to dust you will return

Genesis 3:19 NLT

washed away

early morning, coffee, His Word and His words

all I need

Yes, you hear "washed away"

for surely I have washed away your sins

but  there is so much more

I can wash away your pain

I can wash away your worry

I can wash away memories

that twist and turn and torment

It is already done, child

let it go

receive My cleansing shower

stand in My healing rain

peace path

rough and rutted, tires rumbling

this noisy road carries us

to a place of peace

a house that is already home

however temporary

May I live to make Paul's words truth --

Not that I am implying that I was in any personal want, 

for I have learned how to be content (satisfied to the point 

where I am not disturbed or disquieted) in whatever state I am. 

I know how to be abased and live humbly in straitened circumstances, 

and I know also how to enjoy plenty and live in abundance. 

I have learned in any and all circumstances the secret of facing every situation, whether well-fed or going hungry, having a sufficiency and enough to spare 

or going without and being in want. 

I have strength for all things in Christ Who empowers me 

[I am ready for anything and equal to anything through Him 

Who infuses inner strength into me;

 I am self-sufficient in Christ’s sufficiency].

Philippians 4:11-13 Amplified