Showing posts with label wonder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wonder. Show all posts

30 September 2019

open heart

my trip to the mountains
resounded with gasps
"wows" and tears
beauty opening my heart 
to unexpected wonder

having seen
I cannot un-see
having felt
I cannot un-feel
what God has done
what God can do
around, in
and even through me

20 April 2019

as we wonder

the day in-between
deep despair
and sparkling glory
has an unexpected weight
this year, a living portrait
of the season we have inhabited

the past behind us
the future not yet reachable
we linger here
in wonder
as we wonder

12 March 2019

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

16 August 2014

no hurry hurry

Hurry, hurry has no blessings
Swahili proverb

let me find blessings
in the waiting
the slow
wonder
as God's sun sets
on the Canadian prairies
soon to rise
on the African plains

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday
looking for a still space with Sandy

 

05 May 2014

this open place

I was new born in Christ
a rebirth at age forty-three
I had struggled long
and dark to surrender
it was the end of week one
after giving up, giving in

family did not understand
or believe, tension
and anger made room for doubt
arguing left me
weary, tears spilling
as I drove home, aching
to know if I really believed
what I professed, God
where are You? rattled
unspoken in my hungry heart

I parked the car in it's usual 
spot by the back entrance
of the apartment building
as I was about to enter
I remembered
I hadn't checked the mail
and walked alongside the building
to the courtyard in front

God Himself must have tilted
my head upward
He had glory to reveal
for there, in the thick
cover of night
was an opening, a break
in the heavy clouds
glowing golden light
of an almost full moon

I stopped, stilled, jaws open
I don't know when I took in
breath, the late October air
was creeping through
my coat, chilling
every
part
of
me
yet I could not 
move
I remained rooted
to the ground, there
but my spirit
soaring, my heart
rejoicing, speaking
to my God
without sound

Thank You
You are there
and You have made a way
this open place
for me to see You
a break in the sky
for me to reach
into and break
through

tears mingled with
the wonder
and faith settled in
deeper than that night sky

Joining Kelli in Unforced Rhythms

and continuing to let creativity have it's way as I work through Dave Harrity's Making Manifest, where yesterday's exercise was to recall a time I felt a vivid sense of awe.

 

14 December 2013

linger tarry ponder

The season of Advent means there is something on the horizon 
the likes of which we have never seen before… .
What is possible is to not see it, 
to miss it, to turn just as it brushes past you. 
And you begin to grasp what it was you missed, 
like Moses in the cleft of the rock, 
watching God’s [back] fade in the distance. 
So stay. Sit. Linger. Tarry. Ponder. 
Wait. Behold. Wonder. 
There will be time enough for running. 
For rushing. For worrying. For pushing. 
For now, stay. Wait. 
Something is on the horizon.
Jan L. Richardson in Night Visions: Searching the Shadows of Advent and Christmas
silent and still with Sandy
 

26 March 2013

Holy week rambling

This is called Holy Week
the time between Palm and Easter Sundays
a time of passion
wonder
awe

This is a week of sudden outbursts
gratitude, praise
tears

This is a week of choosing
to believe 
what is impossible
to believe

breath stopping sacrifice
reckless obedience
for you
for me
for all

I am uncertain
have I learned to receive
what I did not deserve
unmerited grace
mad rush of love
have I learned to give
in the same measure

poor in spirit
we are all 
the least of these

 

04 April 2012

Without looking

Before leaving home
He reminded me
where ever I may go
I need never leave Him

Road heading East from Galena, Illinois
I wasn't listening
as He was speaking
in bright display

Tree in early bloom, Glenview, Illinois
How could I miss
the wonder of His hand
winged joy
delighting in flight

Duck in Port Washington, Wisconsin
Strokes delicate
as His whispering
promises

Orchids at Mitchell Park Domes, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
You need not search or strive
stop a moment, rest here
find me where I wait
ever wait
for you

Black River in La Crosse, Wisconsin
This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel, says: “Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength.  But you would have none of it  Isaiah 30:15 NLT



linking with Jennifer where nothing is coincidence....


 

14 December 2011

His voice, His presence

Today is the day we share God-Bumps and God-Incidences at Jennifer Lee's place.  I have chosen to rework a post from 2008, for I believe it bears repeating.

One might expect God to speak in an audible, thundering voice, but for most people this doesn’t occur. The voice of God is most often experienced as a fleeting, spontaneous thought, in many ways much less dramatic than one would imagine, but no less powerful.

God also speaks through His written Word when it suddenly seems alive in a new way, speaking His truth into situations in your life. I have had words seem to leap off the page and felt a yes in my spirit, amazed that it was exactly what I needed to hear at that moment. That same yes in my spirit accompanies His voice, no matter what form it has taken. Although He will often speak to me in a style similar to my own, He speaks things I know I would not have thought of in my own mind. He doesn’t seem rushed. There is no sense of pressure. In fact, in my experience, if there is a sense of urgency, or pressure to act immediately I am almost always sure it is not God speaking, but the enemy.

His voice, whether audible, seen (as in dreams and visions), or sensed, will always line up with His Word, the Bible.

I have only heard His audible voice once. One morning, I was still in bed, in my quiet time of prayer, and my husband was down the hall in the den checking mail on the computer and preparing for work. I heard a male voice speak my name Karin.  I shouted down the hall “Yes, what do you want”. My husband said “What do you mean?” I said “You called me.” He insisted that he had not spoken. “But I heard my name” I said “and there is no one in the house but you, me and the cats”. He then wisely spoke to me the same words Eli spoke to the young Samuel:

So Eli told Samuel, “Go and lie down, and if he calls you, say, ‘Speak, LORD, for your servant is listening.’” 1 Samuel 3:9 NIV

All I could do was pause in wonder, thanking the Lord that He would regard me.

I had been praying one night, asking the Lord to show me His love in a tangible way. The next morning, while still in bed, again during my quiet time of prayer, with one of my cats curled up beside me, I could feel God’s arm around me. I remember telling the cat “We’re not going to move, God is holding us.” Some years later I was talking with the Lord and reminded Him about how He put His arm around me. I could sense Him laughing as He replied My arm? My child, that was just My little finger. I thought, of course, He is so very big, I would fit in the palm of His hand.

Some years ago, I began to hear a quiet, gentle, metallic tinkling sound like wind chimes. This could happen anywhere, and there were no chimes present. After the chimes I would sense a thought from God, a short word of comfort, encouragement or direction. This happened so often that I began to realize that He had gifted me with the sound of chimes as a sign that He wanted to speak to me, so each time I head them I would become silent and still, waiting in faith for Him to speak. He never disappointed me. I regret that in the busyness of life I often miss hearing and have even totally forgotten the chimes for long periods of time. When I remember and mention to the Lord in prayer that I have not heard the chimes or His voice, I sense Him saying simply You have not been listening.
 
 

Joining Jennifer and others today at Getting Down With Jesus