Origins

like all the deep bursting forth

like all the sunrises of time,

crescendoing into a glorious uproar:

Jesus is Lord!

 

until we recognize Jesus as our Maker, there will be

confusion and

disorder within.

 

for years, I sat in

unbelief and

angst.

mentally beating myself

up, insides crying out

for attention.

no matter how

hard I tried

to be satisfied

by this world

and the people,

it left me

dry.

 

when Jesus bled and died,

He defeated

sin and satan.

died so we could live;

took our blame

to set us free.

He rose again

victorious.

now,

ALL and ANY who

come to Jesus,

believing,

are receiving this

freedom and

life.

 

if this dings a chord in

you,

don’t delay:

go to Jesus today!

He will teach you truth.

He will set you free.

He loves you steadfastly.

 

Would anyone else (being spotlessly perfect)

die in the place of their enemy?

…like Jesus died for us.

like love conquered death.

trust, surrender, believe.

 

there’s waterfalls of peace and

tranquility

beyond your craziest hopes:

being satisfied and free.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was in the beginning with God.  All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to bear witness about the light, that all might believe through him. He was not the light, but came to bear witness about the light.

The true light, which gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him. He came to his own,and his own people did not receive him.  But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.  (John bore witness about him, and cried out, “This was he of whom I said, ‘He who comes after me ranks before me, because he was before me.’”) For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.  No one has ever seen God; the only God, who is at the Father’s side, he has made him known.

John 1:1-18

 

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

Genesis 1:1

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Whispers in the Woods

Though my throat hurt and my head throbbed, though my 33 week pregnant belly ached and I peed every 10 minutes, the sun was out and God whispered: go to the woods. Before my husband and I left, I noticed new, much bigger stretch marks on my belly. A barrage of old familiar lies disguised as truth flooded my mind. Stupid. Ugly. Gross. “Jesus, teach me my beauty and worth!” I prayed.

We hiked five minutes into the tall trees and feathery ferns. I sat down on a mossy log. Overwhelmed by God’s beauty all around me, tears welled and fell softly down my face. “You’re SUPER pregnant,” my husband said. I smiled a little. While hormones were definitely raging, these tears flowed from a deep hurt being healed. God was again whispering: “all this beauty? I made it. I don’t make junk. I made you in my image, you are beautiful.”

As I waddled up the short path to the overflowing port-a-potty, my heart swelled with joy. I am beautiful. I am worth dying for. I am loved.

So are you, reader.

Thank You, Jesus!💞

Lost and Found

breath is to body

as Jesus is to soul

 

to know Him is to be made

whole

 

to lose control is

life;

freedom in surrender

 

trusting in the Lord

walking in  His way

always right

always true

 

come, thirsty,

drink for free

from the well that never runs dry

 

come, weary,

find rest

 

lost be found,

sinner now saint in

Jesus’ Name.

 

For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.  Luke 19:10

Creation’s Ovature

Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!
 Serve the Lord with gladness!
    Come into his presence with singing!

Know that the Lord, he is God!
    It is he who made us, and we are his;
    we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving,
    and his courts with praise!
    Give thanks to him; bless his name!

For the Lord is good;
    his steadfast love endures forever,
    and his faithfulness to all generations.

Psalm 100

 

juicy, ruby berries

vibrant emerald leaves

each bird song a melody of praise

painted paper butterfly wings

strong long octopus arms

curving antlers

decomposing logs supporting mushrooms

come, adore the Lord with me!

 

hidden roots

moisture licking air, hydrating plants, returning to clouds

the symphony of ecosystems

the mystery of stars

the beauty of each being proclaiming His majesty.

 

 

the breaking

icy waves crash. ravenous sharks circle. muscles fatigue, no longer able to tread water. losing consciousness. strength sapped. succumbing to the dark depths…

inevitable.

a faint light on the horizon. seed of hope. will it find me–the sea is hungry and huge, salty water fills my mouth as I gurgle and scream.

alone. helpless. needy. exhausted.

today I woke up to the realization I’ve been drowning for 27 years. after an hour or so of sobbing, snot, and desperately asking for Jesus… He quiets me, between the waves and heaves, with His love.

“Comfort, comfort. I’m  here. I’ll never leave.”

My feet, still kicking though He holds me, thinking I gotta tread water. My Rescuer patiently, gently, reassures me:

“I’m here.”

Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” Matthew 11:28-30Screen Shot 2018-02-02 at 10.13.55 AMScreen Shot 2018-02-02 at 10.14.57 AM

surrendering to God’s way

fish tank

fake plant

scum

floating fish

death.

 

Saviour scoops

up us

the fish

transfer to

 

ocean

coral reef

sun

somersaults of

joy.

 

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
    neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
    so are my ways higher than your ways
    and my thoughts than your thoughts.

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that feeling when you get a gift and it’s awesome

hours curled on the kitchen floor, with each sigh and sniffle willing in sunshine or smiles, a new season, something.

when did life get so frowns and tears?

another tissue box shuffle–full to empty. empty and low. the sidewalks notice me. maybe. that’s how i feel.


flipping through this big, ancient, alive book I find this:

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name!

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits,

who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases,

who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,

who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

psalm 103:1-5

starving girl, an outward reflection of inner rejection. shredding myself, acidic mantras beaten into brain grooves deep and foreboding… stupid, ugly, never good

enough.

muscles fizz and spasm with unending tension, unable to function. bruised, beaten, distressed.

puffed up mind, torn apart soul

curled like a hedgehog or fallen leaf,

weeping sheepishly on the linoleum tiles

drowning slowly

in shame.


psalm 103:4

:WHO REDEEMS YOUR LIFE FROM THE PIT

how to hope for a saving hand, when already eleven feet under?

this takes Spirit and love beyond the border of stars and dark.

to believe in God though

death steals hearts near yours and

sickness feeds on your very bone marrow.

starving stomach, do you hope for sustenance

deferred heart, do you thump up to beat a melody, still?

dusty drum set

book spine uncracked

how does the lioness mama crouch to pounce after missing potential dinner twenty times

already


the healing came like crocuses and acrobat chickadees after a biting arctic melts under raw sun extract.

the rays of sun, like curls of flame, crackled and licked chilly waves of air. wild and unhindered, the fire consumed old chaff of life. Jesus–my Jesus– purifies my heart, electrifying each notebeat to compose a new rhythm, new land. like a tree gracing the forest ceiling, many take solace in His roots, bark, branches.

 

the healing came slowly then suddenly, and nothing of my own doing.  two cross beams nailed across east and west, Jesus hung there for me. lived and died and lived again. gives me life, too. this i know with all the atoms I’m composed of–He loves me.

dancing with the Author, His hand ever extended, Jesus invites you and me out of the pit. redemption. 

a free gift.