Nothing profound to say, no great revelation, no clear direction... and yet...I KNOW He's here.
You know... there's 'good naked' and 'bad naked'. I can't help but remember the Seinfeld episode about "bad naked". Sometimes the fig leaf just seems like it needs to be a WHOLE lot bigger...
There's certain 'soul nakedness' I have grown used to. I don't mind sharing stuff as long as someone asks me, and I'm being honest. I also don't mind going first. Sometimes this kind of naked is followed by UNDERstanding or a flow of of mutual honesty. This is GOOD naked, in my opinion.
Bad naked? Coming with nothing. Being honest about NOT having a plan NOT knowing what to say, NOT having direction. It's like a 'less than' spiritual place. My flesh really hates it.
I've grown to a place where if I have nothing...I don't feel the freedom to just 'fill in the blanks"...with SOMEthing... but I don't think I've been mature E-NOUGH to realize in the moment that this is actually a GOD-thing, (or at least a good thing that's just in disguise for a while) and to not feel bad about it.
Just writing about it... bad naked. Well, unless you understand or would like to be honest back.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Show me Your glory!
When I read through John 17 this morning, it was like something wouldn’t settle from the very first moment I began reading the chapter. This is one of my FAVORITE chapters in the Bible, with SO much in it that usually speaks DEEPLY to me….but today…nothing was sinking in. Over and over again… the first verse kept churning in my spirit…
Jesus spoke these words, lifted up His eyes to heaven and said, “Father the hour has come. Glorify Your Son, that Your Son also may glorify You,” John 17:1
Jesus was GOD praying to His Father to GLORIFY HIM. This was a ‘prayer request’!! Now, I GET, seriously, the NEED to wait for His glory to be revealed until the proper time. Over and over, when Jesus did miracles, He told people to NOT go tell everyone because it WASN’T time yet for His glory to be revealed.
BUT…what has had me thinking….is that Jesus, aka…GOD… PRAYED for His glory to NOW be revealed. Glory wasn’t (this is in PENCIL, in the margin…ok??) and isn’t about identity and/or timing.
It’s an answer to prayer to those like Moses and Jesus who will ask for it. One man didn’t seem to have the right to ask for such a thing, and the other didn’t seem to NEED to ask for such a thing. And yet, they both asked.
...that Your Son also may glorify You,”
The second part of asking for God to reveal His glory is getting to be an INSTRUMENT of glorification. When we SEE Him, He can use us to SHOW HIM OFF! That’s pretty much all I want out of this life. To see Him, and to bring Him glory. And there it is… all in one little prayer.
Jesus spoke these words, lifted up His eyes to heaven and said, “Father the hour has come. Glorify Your Son, that Your Son also may glorify You,” John 17:1
Jesus was GOD praying to His Father to GLORIFY HIM. This was a ‘prayer request’!! Now, I GET, seriously, the NEED to wait for His glory to be revealed until the proper time. Over and over, when Jesus did miracles, He told people to NOT go tell everyone because it WASN’T time yet for His glory to be revealed.
BUT…what has had me thinking….is that Jesus, aka…GOD… PRAYED for His glory to NOW be revealed. Glory wasn’t (this is in PENCIL, in the margin…ok??) and isn’t about identity and/or timing.
It’s an answer to prayer to those like Moses and Jesus who will ask for it. One man didn’t seem to have the right to ask for such a thing, and the other didn’t seem to NEED to ask for such a thing. And yet, they both asked.
...that Your Son also may glorify You,”
The second part of asking for God to reveal His glory is getting to be an INSTRUMENT of glorification. When we SEE Him, He can use us to SHOW HIM OFF! That’s pretty much all I want out of this life. To see Him, and to bring Him glory. And there it is… all in one little prayer.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tanzania... here I come!!!???
Part of what I think this blog is about... is nakedness. Nakedness clothed. When I write, I love to HAVE something to write about first, TIME to write, and PASSION in me about what I am going to write about.
Well... I don't have time to think, I don't have time to edit, but what I CAN tell you is that I have a PASSION burning in me to GO SOMEWHERE!!!!!!!
I have had 2 dreams of traveling to Thailand in the past month, and then last night, I was on my way to Tanzania. In one of the Thailand dreams, I was already THERE, and one I was at the GATE without baggage. Last night, I was leaving the next day for Tanzania, but again... without my bags packed.
On Sunday, we were encouraged to fill out a passport application...just to be ready. Everything in the natural screams... WE DON"T HAVE THE MONEY FOR THIS!!! MY KIDS ARE YOUNG!!!... HOW IS THIS GOING TO HAPPEN??? But... the passion still remains...
I WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE!!!
SO there you have it... my latest post, RAW, UN-cut, UN-tidy, UN-covered.
Well... I don't have time to think, I don't have time to edit, but what I CAN tell you is that I have a PASSION burning in me to GO SOMEWHERE!!!!!!!
I have had 2 dreams of traveling to Thailand in the past month, and then last night, I was on my way to Tanzania. In one of the Thailand dreams, I was already THERE, and one I was at the GATE without baggage. Last night, I was leaving the next day for Tanzania, but again... without my bags packed.
On Sunday, we were encouraged to fill out a passport application...just to be ready. Everything in the natural screams... WE DON"T HAVE THE MONEY FOR THIS!!! MY KIDS ARE YOUNG!!!... HOW IS THIS GOING TO HAPPEN??? But... the passion still remains...
I WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE!!!
SO there you have it... my latest post, RAW, UN-cut, UN-tidy, UN-covered.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Learning about waiting - Part 1
Waiting makes me feel like an idiot. Lonely. I am a HUGE target while I am waiting. I let my thoughts wander wild and UN-true when I am waiting. Well…I am NOT going to do that NOW. Here’s what I know.
If I am waiting, waiting on God, and He doesn’t feel near, I KNOW He says He’ll never leave me or forsake me. I KNOW He loves me. I KNOW He demonstrates His love for me, and DOES demonstrate His love for me in like a kazillion ways. When I’ve been the MOST vulnerable…and I have a very long road to go with that……He SHOWS UP. He blesses my socks off… He melts me, moves me. THAT is the truth. He has NOT let me face shame…He only ever is about lifting it and bringing me love and honor. HONOR… ME!??? He crowns me with His love, graces me with His patience and belief that I WILL CLING TO HIM… He is fantastic about proving His love to me over and over. He lets me in on His heart, shows me MINE, touches me in the depths of my soul… where only HE can go. Right now… this place of shame/wait… Lord.. COME IN!! I welcome YOU Holy Spirit. I WELCOME YOU!!! I praise YOU in the wait. I lift up my eyes, my gaze… and say.. YOU are worth the wait Jesus!!!! You are worth pursuing… Like Mary… who didn’t know what in the world to do once you were gone… she hung around your grave… just hung around… being with you…even though you weren’t there. She stuck her neck out soooo far… and YOU SHOWED UP! Who would have EVER dreamed THAT would or COULD happen!!!! YOU showed up Jesus… when you were supposed to be DEAD. Lord, let me HANG AROUND…. Long after everyone else has given up. LET ME hang around waiting, hoping, pacing, crying, dancing, whistling…. I know YOU are here! You’re not invisible… you’re NOT busy…you’re listening, looking, seeing, MOVING, acting, releasing, healing, creating, designing….orchestrating, playing, swinging, and are at peace with all that concerns me.
Why is it that I want to RUN so fast and far when there is ‘wait time’ in connecting with my friends. So many times, my heart is tempted to assume the ‘worst’… I am 2nd, I am 3rd, 5th, 19th, they have issues with me, they’re drifting away, I’m boring, blah blah blah.. on and on… Well, that’s a BUNCH of crap. I’m here to say NO to that crap. I KNOW I am loved, and THEY know I love them. We are NOT going to stay here anymore you STUPID devil. Lord, thank you for all you were revealing this morning about the word steadfast. What’s locked in my heart and spirit...without the benefit of ‘notebook cheating’… it means NOT GOING ANYWHERE….immovable, strong, enduring, willing to WAIT a long time. Not going to leave when needed the most. NEAR… closing the gap of space and time. NO SPACE. There’s NO space when there’s steadfast. It’s like a hug. NO space. I’m HERE. You can’t get rid of me… and I know you don’t want to. We all want to run, it’s hard to face fear, hard to believe that we won’t be left and abandoned when our hearts are breaking…but I CHOOSE to stay in this gap Jesus. I choose to fight for the FACT that what you’ve begun, you will carry on to completion. It’s a GOOD thing. I lift up all that is precious to us…the nearness, the fun, the laughter, intimacy, closeness, feeling special, knowing we are known, an open unlocked door, access, nakedness, support, favor, loyalty, security, TIME, availability, comfort, being listened to, being forgiven, trusted, looked at, touched, smiled at, winked at. GOD… alllll of this… I lift up to YOU. COME AND consume our hearts… the longing, what feels like FAR… AND what feels like NEAR… and make it holy and good and true and FILL all the empty places. We rejoice over the empty places. The space is joy. The space is joy.
If I am waiting, waiting on God, and He doesn’t feel near, I KNOW He says He’ll never leave me or forsake me. I KNOW He loves me. I KNOW He demonstrates His love for me, and DOES demonstrate His love for me in like a kazillion ways. When I’ve been the MOST vulnerable…and I have a very long road to go with that……He SHOWS UP. He blesses my socks off… He melts me, moves me. THAT is the truth. He has NOT let me face shame…He only ever is about lifting it and bringing me love and honor. HONOR… ME!??? He crowns me with His love, graces me with His patience and belief that I WILL CLING TO HIM… He is fantastic about proving His love to me over and over. He lets me in on His heart, shows me MINE, touches me in the depths of my soul… where only HE can go. Right now… this place of shame/wait… Lord.. COME IN!! I welcome YOU Holy Spirit. I WELCOME YOU!!! I praise YOU in the wait. I lift up my eyes, my gaze… and say.. YOU are worth the wait Jesus!!!! You are worth pursuing… Like Mary… who didn’t know what in the world to do once you were gone… she hung around your grave… just hung around… being with you…even though you weren’t there. She stuck her neck out soooo far… and YOU SHOWED UP! Who would have EVER dreamed THAT would or COULD happen!!!! YOU showed up Jesus… when you were supposed to be DEAD. Lord, let me HANG AROUND…. Long after everyone else has given up. LET ME hang around waiting, hoping, pacing, crying, dancing, whistling…. I know YOU are here! You’re not invisible… you’re NOT busy…you’re listening, looking, seeing, MOVING, acting, releasing, healing, creating, designing….orchestrating, playing, swinging, and are at peace with all that concerns me.
Why is it that I want to RUN so fast and far when there is ‘wait time’ in connecting with my friends. So many times, my heart is tempted to assume the ‘worst’… I am 2nd, I am 3rd, 5th, 19th, they have issues with me, they’re drifting away, I’m boring, blah blah blah.. on and on… Well, that’s a BUNCH of crap. I’m here to say NO to that crap. I KNOW I am loved, and THEY know I love them. We are NOT going to stay here anymore you STUPID devil. Lord, thank you for all you were revealing this morning about the word steadfast. What’s locked in my heart and spirit...without the benefit of ‘notebook cheating’… it means NOT GOING ANYWHERE….immovable, strong, enduring, willing to WAIT a long time. Not going to leave when needed the most. NEAR… closing the gap of space and time. NO SPACE. There’s NO space when there’s steadfast. It’s like a hug. NO space. I’m HERE. You can’t get rid of me… and I know you don’t want to. We all want to run, it’s hard to face fear, hard to believe that we won’t be left and abandoned when our hearts are breaking…but I CHOOSE to stay in this gap Jesus. I choose to fight for the FACT that what you’ve begun, you will carry on to completion. It’s a GOOD thing. I lift up all that is precious to us…the nearness, the fun, the laughter, intimacy, closeness, feeling special, knowing we are known, an open unlocked door, access, nakedness, support, favor, loyalty, security, TIME, availability, comfort, being listened to, being forgiven, trusted, looked at, touched, smiled at, winked at. GOD… alllll of this… I lift up to YOU. COME AND consume our hearts… the longing, what feels like FAR… AND what feels like NEAR… and make it holy and good and true and FILL all the empty places. We rejoice over the empty places. The space is joy. The space is joy.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Trying to be OK
Today I made a list. I hate lists. It was the only thing I could come up with to save me from my husband’s list though. It worked like a charm. He even helped me get things done on my list. Not the plan, but I avoided grumpy from his list pressure at least.
The bad news is I still felt grumpy. The grumpy that comes from sad. I’m realizing that sad and grumpy are pretty good friends.
So, I was out in my yard attempting to feel OK. It was supposed to be a good thing to do something aside from laundry, dishes, meals, bills and the kids’ schedules. I thought it might feel normal to get the weeds out. It didn’t feel normal at all. Weeding is something you do when you’re happy you live somewhere. You want it to feel like home. It’s something you do to take care of things you like. I don’t feel like taking care of anything or anyone right now. I’m doing it anyways. I was hoping it would ‘work’ and kick me back into some sort of normal rhythm. In the quiet, a huge well of sad began to bubble up again.
My garden was a total mess. I hadn’t pruned anything since the beginning of May. I started at the driveway and worked my way around the ‘easy side’ of the house first. I sat on a lawn bag, and fought back tears as I plucked stupid weeds. One thing that was sort of fun was finding a number of little blue Lobelia under my cherry tree. I didn’t know Lobelia’s could be volunteers. Normally this would make me REALLY happy. My heart hardly flinched.
As I was rounding the corner, encroaching on the mess of roses that needed me, my heart sank at the thought of how much I hate the quiet because it makes me realize how much I miss M. Almost immediately I could hear her in my head. “But I want you to miss me.” It made me laugh and cry at the same time, something she’s really good at. Only a friend like her can make you feel "OK" when she's not even there. Especially since she's not even there. Thanks for helping me feel 'normal' again friend.
The bad news is I still felt grumpy. The grumpy that comes from sad. I’m realizing that sad and grumpy are pretty good friends.
So, I was out in my yard attempting to feel OK. It was supposed to be a good thing to do something aside from laundry, dishes, meals, bills and the kids’ schedules. I thought it might feel normal to get the weeds out. It didn’t feel normal at all. Weeding is something you do when you’re happy you live somewhere. You want it to feel like home. It’s something you do to take care of things you like. I don’t feel like taking care of anything or anyone right now. I’m doing it anyways. I was hoping it would ‘work’ and kick me back into some sort of normal rhythm. In the quiet, a huge well of sad began to bubble up again.
My garden was a total mess. I hadn’t pruned anything since the beginning of May. I started at the driveway and worked my way around the ‘easy side’ of the house first. I sat on a lawn bag, and fought back tears as I plucked stupid weeds. One thing that was sort of fun was finding a number of little blue Lobelia under my cherry tree. I didn’t know Lobelia’s could be volunteers. Normally this would make me REALLY happy. My heart hardly flinched.
As I was rounding the corner, encroaching on the mess of roses that needed me, my heart sank at the thought of how much I hate the quiet because it makes me realize how much I miss M. Almost immediately I could hear her in my head. “But I want you to miss me.” It made me laugh and cry at the same time, something she’s really good at. Only a friend like her can make you feel "OK" when she's not even there. Especially since she's not even there. Thanks for helping me feel 'normal' again friend.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Important appointments- we'll see.....
Appointment breakthrough! Here's the rundown, and you KNOW I'm proud of this!!
Monday the 11th at 11am (there's those 11's again!) eye doctor
Monday the 11th at 1:15pm- vet
Wednesday the 13th at 3:30pm - hair
Tuesday the 19th at 8:30 - mammogram (you know I'll be posting about THAT appointment)
Monday or Tuesday (TBA) the 18th or 19th - pedicure
Wed June 24th at 3:30 - orthodontist for C.
I CAN believe I was holding out for all of that, because when you look at it... all of it except the mammogram really doesn't seem too important... in the big scheme of things. BUT... who knows??? God knows!!! Each appointment will have some sort of importance, even though it isn't the end of May yet.
Monday the 11th at 11am (there's those 11's again!) eye doctor
Monday the 11th at 1:15pm- vet
Wednesday the 13th at 3:30pm - hair
Tuesday the 19th at 8:30 - mammogram (you know I'll be posting about THAT appointment)
Monday or Tuesday (TBA) the 18th or 19th - pedicure
Wed June 24th at 3:30 - orthodontist for C.
I CAN believe I was holding out for all of that, because when you look at it... all of it except the mammogram really doesn't seem too important... in the big scheme of things. BUT... who knows??? God knows!!! Each appointment will have some sort of importance, even though it isn't the end of May yet.
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