Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts

17 May 2016

walk softly

we ambled up the road today
from the house
to the nursery
to capture flora and fauna
in pixels
and I was captivated
by footprints
left in the sandy
impressionable dirt

was it perhaps 
our homeward journey
swiftly approaching
that alerted my eye?

a reminder 
to tread softly
to take each step 
with Kingdom purpose

I promise you what I promised Moses: 
‘Wherever you set foot, you will be on land I have given you
 

15 May 2014

why? what? poetry


In today's exercise in Making Manifest Dave Harrity asks:
What do you think poetry is for?  What is its purpose, as far as you can discern?  What are some things you think a good poem should do?
I found myself answering the question in poetry...

poetry is to capture
without caging, moments
in time, to evoke
and invoke
to open doors
wipe the dirt off windows
that a new seeing
is born
poetry should
push you to
the edge, then catch you
as you fall, encourage
a journey in or out
leaving memorial stones
along the way

linking with Sandy today as together we are Making Manifest

 

13 March 2014

remembering a time before Him

Today, in the midst of planning and preparations for the mission field, I find myself remembering the time just months before I opened my eyes to see the Lord I never knew.

When you have nothing to believe in, life does not have a center.  All things are possible yet all things are meaningless. This is the void where I lived, in so deep I didn't even notice. My days as a personal trainer were filled with fitness clients, most of whom I saw in their homes. My evenings were scheduled full with exercise classes that I either taught or enjoyed as a participant. Nights were occupied with my true addiction, sexual affirmation.  All were gift wrapped in the smoke of three packs of menthol cigarettes a day.

“Life is good” I would tell my friends, “I'm having the time of my life.” I relished the feel of my body; lean and fit and sensitive to the slightest touch of a man's hand. If something did manage to creep in to upset me or cause me to feel anything unpleasant, I would run to the arms of a stranger, or the bed of a recreational friend. The overload of physical sensation would numb my emotions. It was a routine I had followed for so long it had worn deep grooves in my thought patterns, like a ball in a maze that always ran the same paths. Of course I seemed to feel good, for I was always in the process of taking the edges off my feelings.

I began to read books about living for the moment. “Be here now” was a motto that seem to fit my life. This sort of quasi Zen Buddhist philosophy became very attractive to me, someone who could hardly think past the end of the day. Being aware of each moment as I lived it seemed like something I could do.

I controlled my food intake. I controlled my clients exercise plans. I controlled my heart rate during  aerobic workouts. I controlled how close to me I would allow someone to come. I never consciously thought about how much I wanted to give up that control.

In God's perfect timing, He reached out in a way that captured me, and I relinquished the control I had fought so hard to maintain.  The days, months and years since have been a journey of surrender.

The life that awaits me is built around listening to and obeying His plans, trusting that He knows each curve in the road.  I pray that in my submission He will be glorified. 



jamming with Bonnie


 

07 March 2014

journey

closer, ever closer
to the heart of God
this is where I journey
during these days of awe
these days of His sacrifice

with every breath He drew
He knew what lay ahead
and He knows still
for you, for me
for those He calls His own

He knows where we will step
and where we will fall
holds out a helping hand
to right us again
but we have to reach back

how often are we too proud
or too ashamed
to ask for and receive 
that assistance so freely given?

pride and shame
two sides of the same coin
that I have flipped, over and over 
for far too long
and I am weary of the weight
of carrying this idol
that turns my eyes away from
all I truly want to see
leading me to walk alone
in the illusion of my own strength

enough, my heart declares
enough, my spirit cries on its knees
allowing true repentance to fall
blending bitter into tears

strip me
let nothing come before You
as I journey to Your cross
that I may be forever Yours
when I behold the empty grave

Love God, your God, 
with your whole heart: 
love him with all that’s in you, 
love him with all you've got!

jamming with Bonnie

 

17 June 2013

Compassion in Nicaragua

Compassion Bloggers Nicaragua Trip 2013
Tomorrow a team of bloggers is flying down to Nicaragua to experience Compassion International’s ministry.  They will be sharing what they see and feel and how God touches their hearts in ways only He can.

I will be following their journey and so can you at the links below:

Shaun Groves - Team Leader at ShaunGroves.com
Brianne McKoy - Team Leader at Compassion Blog
Christy Jordan - blogger at Southern Plate
Edie - blogger at Life in Grace
Kelly - blogger at Faithful Provisions
Traci - blogger at Beneath My Heart
Mike Varel - Photographer/Videographer at Mike Varel Digital Storytelling
Keely Scott - Photographer at KeelyMarieScott.com

Today Edie posted the following pre-departure words on her blog Twas the night before...:
Am I ready? 
No.  I’m so not ready. 
But, I stand in good company with those who were unsure, doubtful, fearful, and  ill-equipped, and went anyway. 
This time tomorrow, I’ll be on the other side of a giant wall;  a wall made of oceans and money and governments and  wars.  I’ll be on the other side of what separates our world from theirs.
My prayer is that Christ will give us ears to hear and eyes to see;  that He will make us know that what unites us is so much more powerful than what divides us.
As I read Edie's words, the following prayer stirred within me --

None of us are ready Lord, not one.
It is not our abilities that you can use but our availability.
I pray for a heart that yields and a spirit that bends to Yours.
May the words and images that these sojourners share
break my heart while they inspire with hope.

 

19 September 2012

It's the journey...


 
No, I would not choose to land
for I hunger instead
to be lost in the journey


WordCandy Wednesday
Joining L.L. Barkat for a taste of something sweet today

 

17 December 2011

1000 posts

This is a place where words spill out
my heart exposed
in poetry, prose
random or structured
in colour
or black and white
thoughts of the day
dreams in the night
and all with the prayer
that anything that shines
reflects His glory alone

This post marks one thousand times I have clicked publish
but cannot count the hearts that I have met along the way

Thank you for joining me on this journey
with all of the twists and turns
valleys and mountain tops.

May we find Him with each and every step we take.

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through himColossians 3:17 NIV