Monday, March 24, 2014

Where All the Lines Rhyme*


And we are writing these things so that our joy may be complete. This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. (1 John 1:4, 5 ESV)


On the back side of a desert
Where the light creeps faintly, dim
I am lying aside all that says I am less
Than I am, God,

For I am Yours
And You are mine

For Your love ever wins!



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Title borrowed from a line of poetry written by Beth Moore.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

After All

It's when You are doing the new thing
When You are making ways in the wilderness
That I find You are ever amazing me, God,
That You are ever displacing me to awaken me
To Your goodness,
Your higher thoughts and higher ways

For I am awestruck by Your goodness
In the barrenest places
Where I have no reason to see aught else
But desert, God,
Where I have been challenged
But never deserted nor close to forsaken

For You are there, God, in the sun's piercing light
and in the evening's blanketed chills
You are with me
Awakening me to hope again
And believe You most radically
for the seeming impossibilities

Until I am sure You are bigger and far more encompassing 
than the struggles and the desert and the star-riddled sky
That sprinkle the horizon above and below
with their greatness--

never greater than You, Lord

And I look past the dunes and the cactus
And the creatures that anchor my eyes to the sand
Until, 

I just savor all You are, that You are to me, God
I just savor Your wonderful grace
and inescapable presence
that makes a way in the wildnerness
and a highway called Holiness
Where I know that I know that I know
Your yoke is easy and Your burden is light

And it is enough just to know You are with me
and in me
before me, 
behind me, 
beside me

before it,
and during it,
All to enable my faithful enduring it--
delivered, at last, 
AFTER ALL!









Saturday, March 8, 2014

You'll Get Through This

It's what we do with disappointment 
that matters more than 
how it finds out
All our secret places,
opening wounds we thought 
were long since healed
and find were only buried;
inoculated against 
only one strain

It's in those moments of poignant presence that 
Critical decisions are made

for better or worse
to love or divorce
to endure or fail

It's in those moments
That we need One to help us
Look past ourselves
And fix our gaze above those disappointments,
those imperfect people
Til at last all "the things of earth
grow strangely dim..."

Until we see He is working it out,
So you will get through this!

He endured the cross 
for resurrection!

So You can believe Him for what he says:

"So we do not lose heart."

And just in case, we do...

He did all that, too,
So we could pick up the pieces and
Surrender them to Him
Finding the courage 
to believe Him,
Trust His Word,
once and forever,
again.


Monday, March 3, 2014

Desert Spaces

I am facing a drought, Lord
It's a drought of unknown proportions

Just like You, God,
Are infinitely larger than it could ever be, 
though properly measured

I am facing a lonely place
Where the chasms are absent presences
and present absences

And it feels so hard and desolate sometimes,
Though I try to be mature about it and put things into proper perspective

The monotony of desert landscape
Unbroken by oases

Are just light and momentary afflictions really

but at the moment,
they are quite burdensome

Help me remember the secret rivers of the desert
Where I suddenly find refreshment and rest

Help me know I am ever in this world
a desert--
it only seems like an island at times--
it only seems as if there is something more to this nothingness void--
our lives here are void, God, without You in them
No matter how full they may appear

That's what it is to know You
To see the former emptiness
To watch it melt away
And find You fill it
Immeasurably more than we could ever dare dream

And even then,

With hearts full, near breaking,
We look for a building and a city, whose Maker is God
Another time and place away

Help me warm myself quietly in the sun-baked shelters and overhangs
that hide me in the cleft of the rock
and show me glimmers of Your goodness

Glimmers I would miss
if more mountainous or forested or riven
Were my view

Even here, Lord,
Even now

I see Your goodness

For Your goodness, as You, Lord,
Is forever
and good!


Saturday, March 1, 2014

Surrendered

Will You take them?
 these pearls, God?
Costume jewelry that they are?
Will You take this strand of things
that matter so to me
strung inside and out with my dreams?

Will You love everything
they are to me--
because You love me--
gently, cup Your hand around mine
til they're truly and only just Yours?

Some are shattered,
near breaking;
Some are brand new;
some worn--

But they are Yours, Lord,

Yes, Yours for the taking
Remaking
Reshaping

As You are of me--

In exchange for mere plastic--
Your pearls.


Inspired by a story of a little girl receiving real pearls from her daddy, once she surrendered her costume pearls. Unknown source.