My Savior
He is here
and as I pull that sweet boy out
"He is so handsome"
and my world turns upside down
and then twirls
as His dark haired curls cover purple
He is fine
until
snip
The chord is clipped and so is his air
First moment as a mom being scared
not counting the many before
waiting just to hear a tiny beat
is it high or low
Oh I don't even know??
Should I eat this or that
exhaustion knocking me flat
and he wasn't even out yet
and yet
and yet
and yet
here
here is my little boy
my son
as he with arms firmly but gently wrapped
around his papa's neck
looks at me as if to say, why am I leaving you?
Guilt
floods in with the storm
the clatter
could shatter
the clearest of minds
and mine?
it was already far from fine
9 months and some change
past that lost crazy phase
of being handed you
really?
I am to be trusted with him
I am enough?
I still struggle with these things
and as you start to eat
and drink from a straw
I hope to teach you to draw
but I see in you so much
everything and everyone you touch
smiles
and all the while all things are a tool
and I am the laughing fool
for thinking those child guards would protect you when your favorite game is to rip them off
and use them to get rocks to eat
you are so smart
and problem solve like a champ
the world doesn't even know what is coming up
but God does
and I rest my weary soul on that
God knew I was what you needed
Tyler said no more trying to set me up with anyone- we are married
(on saying I see him being more with someone like x,y, or z)
He reminds me that he chose me
Little dude didn't get to choose but God did
and I think He knows a thing or two
and as our Jonathan learns to chew
and walk
and blah blah blah all over the place
I am in this awkward space
of exhaustion
awe
upturned rest
constant frustration
and yet peace
such a funny cocktail that I can never quite swallow
and so I slowly disintegrate and flourish
but yet here in lies the beauty
the point of something great
and I think thats it
I get a ping in my heart as I write this and I know
that God is doing this so...
I don't know ( :
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Monday, June 27, 2016
The Big Blue
Largeness
It took my breath away
I gasped through my tube
and retreated to the pillars
focused on the waving grass
the sea squirts
and my boyfriend as he found our meal
but that thing to feel
like I had never seen the world so big
and never felt so lost
surrounded by blue
no end in sight
fright ensued
but as I read about God's glory
do I perhaps hide by pillars
my home, my friends, my schedule
to avoid the vastness that He is?
If I let His Glory be real
what would I be?
A small person treading water with flippers
thousands of creatures around and below me
I would be out of control
let go of these holds
let it in
let Him be the wild and beautiful God that He is
know that it is hard not to sin
to err
to wander
but lets not squander
the beauty of He
and in His great presence just to be
It took my breath away
I gasped through my tube
and retreated to the pillars
focused on the waving grass
the sea squirts
and my boyfriend as he found our meal
but that thing to feel
like I had never seen the world so big
and never felt so lost
surrounded by blue
no end in sight
fright ensued
but as I read about God's glory
do I perhaps hide by pillars
my home, my friends, my schedule
to avoid the vastness that He is?
If I let His Glory be real
what would I be?
A small person treading water with flippers
thousands of creatures around and below me
I would be out of control
let go of these holds
let it in
let Him be the wild and beautiful God that He is
know that it is hard not to sin
to err
to wander
but lets not squander
the beauty of He
and in His great presence just to be
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Nourished
Our church celebrates Good Friday with a thing called Tenebrae.
This Tenebrae I was blessed to do a spoken word piece with my dear friend Sloane. Cool to see how God has continued that experience from our piece on Jesus' thirst to now- where I still thirst, and God has spoken to me through this beautiful message at my church.
Warehouse Message ( :
//
Thirst
I thirst
it haunts
and taunts
though it is done
Lord, You've won
so why am I
struggling
battling
LOST
and so I empty myself
I hands down hand You my stuff
and hands up receive You- enough
I eat your bread
and drink Your blood
I feed on You
I listen to You
I taste You
and it is good
and You are here
go away fear
please be real
be a full meal
open my heart to take You in
that
that is for the win.
//
Hope you guys have a great day and many real moments with Christ today!
This Tenebrae I was blessed to do a spoken word piece with my dear friend Sloane. Cool to see how God has continued that experience from our piece on Jesus' thirst to now- where I still thirst, and God has spoken to me through this beautiful message at my church.
Warehouse Message ( :
//
Thirst
I thirst
it haunts
and taunts
though it is done
Lord, You've won
so why am I
struggling
battling
LOST
and so I empty myself
I hands down hand You my stuff
and hands up receive You- enough
I eat your bread
and drink Your blood
I feed on You
I listen to You
I taste You
and it is good
and You are here
go away fear
please be real
be a full meal
open my heart to take You in
that
that is for the win.
//
Hope you guys have a great day and many real moments with Christ today!
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Giving of the Heart
Oh the high
the buzz
this beautiful weekend was
and then with a large shiny anvil
bam
hits his highness
with no shyness
and God, our valiant Lord,
with a severing sword
changes it all with a word
and his attack
is just that
we parry each blow
until we know
this is our stance
this is how we will handle
this
and that
marital spat
running round and round
finally we are on solid ground
paying off debt
locked hand in hand
no more indebted to this idea by man
but pushing through
to help those we know
be able to give
so others can simply live
all these beautiful things combine
and they are mine
because they are His
no more could I wish
than these beautiful jewels
tools
tattoos on our heart
this... oh what a blessed gift this start
for the giving of the heart.
the buzz
this beautiful weekend was
and then with a large shiny anvil
bam
hits his highness
with no shyness
and God, our valiant Lord,
with a severing sword
changes it all with a word
and his attack
is just that
we parry each blow
until we know
this is our stance
this is how we will handle
this
and that
marital spat
running round and round
finally we are on solid ground
paying off debt
locked hand in hand
no more indebted to this idea by man
but pushing through
to help those we know
be able to give
so others can simply live
all these beautiful things combine
and they are mine
because they are His
no more could I wish
than these beautiful jewels
tools
tattoos on our heart
this... oh what a blessed gift this start
for the giving of the heart.
Friday, April 15, 2016
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Life on Repeat
Swirling
swirling
swirling
drop
if only it would all stop
if only I could sleep
if only he would sleep
I am losing it
worse
I am lost
no more my own boss
but completely at a loss
the straw that broke the camels back
feels so much worse than that
as a cascading pile of sticks
that are so thick
and never ending
are finally sending
me to my grave
Lord SAVE
save save save me
this cannot be
I am not me.
swirling
swirling
drop
if only it would all stop
if only I could sleep
if only he would sleep
I am losing it
worse
I am lost
no more my own boss
but completely at a loss
the straw that broke the camels back
feels so much worse than that
as a cascading pile of sticks
that are so thick
and never ending
are finally sending
me to my grave
Lord SAVE
save save save me
this cannot be
I am not me.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Be Gone Toilet Scum!
The toilet beckons
the shower screams
make me clean
make ME CLEAN!!!!
I lean
and quickly sprint
away from any hint
of understanding
or demanding
and rather say
um....
not
today.
or at least not now
rather write would I
till my sweet little guy cries
sharing his breath with the world
with birds
with the sky
with the grass
with the air
having him near
is being there
being in His sweet presence
My Maker and My Lord
knowing my sweet little one
was made with a Word
made with purpose
beauty
and a mind
to do things of a grand
and intentional kind
and so I sit and contemplate
this space
makes all other tasks late
but makes my heart so full
my school
Mary
and not Martha to be
and in it I am inextricably
for the moment
f r e e.............................
the shower screams
make me clean
make ME CLEAN!!!!
I lean
and quickly sprint
away from any hint
of understanding
or demanding
and rather say
um....
not
today.
or at least not now
rather write would I
till my sweet little guy cries
sharing his breath with the world
with birds
with the sky
with the grass
with the air
having him near
is being there
being in His sweet presence
My Maker and My Lord
knowing my sweet little one
was made with a Word
made with purpose
beauty
and a mind
to do things of a grand
and intentional kind
and so I sit and contemplate
this space
makes all other tasks late
but makes my heart so full
my school
Mary
and not Martha to be
and in it I am inextricably
for the moment
f r e e.............................
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