Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Perfect Wish
sometimes
I wish
that I could swim
like a fish
dive deep below
where no one would know
and oh the places I would go
deep
where lights eerily gleamed
or high
where the sunlight streams
and all you see
is the occasional
behemoth
mouth wide
catching its prize
slowly
dancing in the rays
or become small
and spend time
where the kelp is tall
and the fish swim in and out
or where the waves
make a shout
and everything clings
grabbing at the nutrients
each wave brings
oh to be a fish
what a marvelous
and perfect wish.
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“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea and gathered fish of every kind."
Matthew 13:47
I wish
that I could swim
like a fish
dive deep below
where no one would know
and oh the places I would go
deep
where lights eerily gleamed
or high
where the sunlight streams
and all you see
is the occasional
behemoth
mouth wide
catching its prize
slowly
dancing in the rays
or become small
and spend time
where the kelp is tall
and the fish swim in and out
or where the waves
make a shout
and everything clings
grabbing at the nutrients
each wave brings
oh to be a fish
what a marvelous
and perfect wish.
//
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea and gathered fish of every kind."
Matthew 13:47
Guest blog ( :
Luke 10:25-37New International Version (NIV)The Parable of the Good Samaritan
25 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”
27 He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’[a];and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b]”
28 “You have answered correctly,”Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”
29 But he wanted to justify himself,so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
30 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii[c] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’
36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”
37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”
Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”
Footnotes:
New International Version (NIV)
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Monday, August 24, 2015
To Wait is to Do
Words
drop heavy on my heart
and yet
so quickly
depart
how to help
how to express
how to give
and yet as I live
with each breath
that is
I feel something new
that drawing to do
towards something new
and towards anything but here
truly here
not lazy
not sleeping
here
breathing in the twirling air
the dragon breath of her pants
the kicks of his feet
the frustration from her running
and almost being hit for the umpteenth time
frustrated from the past
and not knowing
or changing my eyes to see
so much frustration in me
that is what is here
what is near
like a crab trap buoy I float
things lie beneath and things above
but i
tethered
and slopped on
am stuck
and as muck is passed from the waves
to my head
I have to remember what You have said
I have to breathe
and believe
I have to bounce
and receive
and as the muck
slips on by
I know what it is to try
to do and to fail
to cry and to wail
but also to breathe and to do
and to give it up to You
and so as my dog
runs
while my heavy body
pulls and whines
the air hard to find
I choose to breathe and do
and give it up to You
maybe this special training
is something in parenting I'll do too ( :
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“I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.”
PSALMS 130:5-6
PSALMS 130:5-6
Monday, August 17, 2015
32 weeks as of tomorrow.
What a journey- only 8 more weeks to go.
Pregnancy has been no joke.
It's as if God has used my dreams (so vivid and wild) to address all of my lingering issues. Then, when that had been accomplished he brought it into my family life. Now that that has been addressed, back to dream world.
I'm thankful for the process. I'm thankful not to be like a stagnant pool, collecting odds and ends and foaming up with a putrid smell. I feel like a tiny stream stretched over a long way. Bounding over rocks and stumps and pulling little things along with me. In the discomfort, there is beauty and great wealth. Some days I wake up and anxiety rolls over too. Those days there is no place to hide- everything in me is a mess. Other days I feel so confident and strong and free. The nights I don't sleep often invite Anxiety to come hang out the next morning.
Despite the stretching and growing and stresses, pregnancy is a miracle. Every kick I feel is like a breath of fresh air. It makes me so happy and in an odd way, makes me feel loved. I can't wait to meet this little guy. I can't wait to see if he has a quirky smile or if his eyes twinkle. I can't wait to hear his laugh and feel his little arms grab onto my neck, nuzzling in.
I can't wait to push him into the water of life and see how he swims. All the while trusting and knowing that he will have the best teacher beside him, guiding him like He guided me. I can't wait to meet Jesus in the rough moments- and in some ways for the first time, truly understand His love. I can't wait to be perfectly imperfect and for the first time in my life- to stop.
to stop trying to do everything
to stop trying to be everywhere and there for everyone
to really let go.
As Tripp, our whirlwind of a dog, lays stretched at my feet I am able to rest.
In the background, plays a meditation.
Each time it stops anxiety starts jumping in my heart and pulling at my hair. I restart the meditation quickly and am able to return to the life of writing.
//
I've always thought of this blog as a way to be honest. A way to let others know that they are not alone in their messiness. As I grow as woman and as a Christian, I am amazed at the messiness around me. I'm surprised too by the beauty in it.
Hope you have a blessed day!
e
What a journey- only 8 more weeks to go.
Pregnancy has been no joke.
It's as if God has used my dreams (so vivid and wild) to address all of my lingering issues. Then, when that had been accomplished he brought it into my family life. Now that that has been addressed, back to dream world.
I'm thankful for the process. I'm thankful not to be like a stagnant pool, collecting odds and ends and foaming up with a putrid smell. I feel like a tiny stream stretched over a long way. Bounding over rocks and stumps and pulling little things along with me. In the discomfort, there is beauty and great wealth. Some days I wake up and anxiety rolls over too. Those days there is no place to hide- everything in me is a mess. Other days I feel so confident and strong and free. The nights I don't sleep often invite Anxiety to come hang out the next morning.
Despite the stretching and growing and stresses, pregnancy is a miracle. Every kick I feel is like a breath of fresh air. It makes me so happy and in an odd way, makes me feel loved. I can't wait to meet this little guy. I can't wait to see if he has a quirky smile or if his eyes twinkle. I can't wait to hear his laugh and feel his little arms grab onto my neck, nuzzling in.
I can't wait to push him into the water of life and see how he swims. All the while trusting and knowing that he will have the best teacher beside him, guiding him like He guided me. I can't wait to meet Jesus in the rough moments- and in some ways for the first time, truly understand His love. I can't wait to be perfectly imperfect and for the first time in my life- to stop.
to stop trying to do everything
to stop trying to be everywhere and there for everyone
to really let go.
As Tripp, our whirlwind of a dog, lays stretched at my feet I am able to rest.
In the background, plays a meditation.
Each time it stops anxiety starts jumping in my heart and pulling at my hair. I restart the meditation quickly and am able to return to the life of writing.
//
I've always thought of this blog as a way to be honest. A way to let others know that they are not alone in their messiness. As I grow as woman and as a Christian, I am amazed at the messiness around me. I'm surprised too by the beauty in it.
Hope you have a blessed day!
e
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