Fostering Deeper Intimacy with God
Inspired by God, these scribing tidbits are any download that isn’t specifically a “word” but also may not be a teaching/meditation
I think about how I wandered far from You.
I didn’t want You to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.
I clung to my sin and chose to live on my own accord.
The cost was more than I could ever afford.
So into the darkness is where I went. Continue reading “The Prodigal”
I awake in the morning to the sound of bird song. I sit up and look around the room You prepared for me. It’s warm and inviting and as the sunlight streams through my window I feel content but as I arise to start my day, I feel pain in my body, my mind and my heart…then I remember…the long battle. I try to shake the images of the battle from my mind but it doesn’t work and I start to panic. Then I hear You humming in the kitchen. The sound of Your humming is like the Balm of Gilead. It soothes my heart, my body and my soul. A gentle breeze of Your shalom touches me and I arise from my bed. Continue reading “Come to the Table”
What if I told You
What if I told you that you were born to be royal? What if I told you that your Father is King?
Would you believe me? Would you dare to care or would you dare to fling
Your inheritance far from where you stand, hoping for solid ground but finding only sand?
What if I told you that you were born with a purpose greater than you know?
Would you believe me? Would you dare to care or would you just go
Your own way doing your own thing? All the while forgetting your Father is King?
What if I told you that your life has a destiny to be fulfilled?
Would you believe me? Would you dare to care or would you
Fill your life with worthless things? All the while forgetting your Father is King?
What if I told you that you were unconditionally loved?
Would you believe me? Would you dare to care or would you just go
Shove your Father’s love aside? All the while forgetting that He died?
What if I told you that He rose from the grave just for you?
Would you believe me? Would you dare to care or would you just go
Ignore the cross? All the while feeling unloved and lost.
What if I told you were born to be royal, that your Father is King
Would you believe me?
When you extend grace to yourself and toward others, you will have growth in your life. You will begin to grow. Grace is at the heart of the matter. All things flow out of grace. Be persistent to allow grace to freely flow through your speech, your actions and your thoughts. Continue reading “Grace and New Growth”
Do I trust Him with my life, or do I create strife.
Do I yield to His love, or act like it’s not enough.
Do I listen for His voice, or seek another choice.
Do I stop, be still and know; or am I too impatient to be slow.
Do I stay in the word, or listen to others I’ve heard.
Do I pray to Him, or just be quiet then.
I have a choice and I know it. He has clearly shown it.
Which way will I go, how much further along the road.
Until finally I lay down my piece of the crown.
The one I try to carry on my head but meanwhile my heart is dead.
Let me lay down my crown and exchange it for a gown.
Turn this heart of stone into a treasure only He can own.
Oh, to just trust that He really only wants the best for us.
To give myself away to Him is the greatest plan.
To let Him take me by the hand and lead me to the promise land.
Trust, trust Him I must, this is the better choice.
To let Him in my heart, to have a reason to rejoice.
Oh to trust Him more and more, is truly making my heart soar.
“Who am I O Lord that you would be mindful of me?
You say Your love for me is true, but I just can’t see how that can be.
I know the shameful things I’ve done.
Horrible things that cost You You’re one and only son.
I hang my head in shame.
Trying to tune out Your voice as you call my name.
I can’t look at you. I can’t let you see
All the ugly that is inside of me.” Continue reading “No More Shame”
How you make rain fall from one place to another, each raindrop uniquely made, each with a purpose and destination. Each snow flake or ice formation all again – unique in its design; no two are ever alike. How new falling snow glitters in the light and yet is so light.
How you give birds knowledge of flight, to look for food and make nest in unusual places. The call off each bird is different, according to what type of bird. The bees that pollinate and some even produce delicious honey. Continue reading “Wonder of the Father”
I awake in the middle of the night to the sound of my Father’s pottery wheel. I leave my bed and follow the sound to His workshop. The smell of water and clay is a sweet aroma. I see Him at the wheel praying over a piece of clay. I walk over and watch His hands. His hands are large and covered in clay and water. He looks at me and smiles. I ask Him what He is doing and He says, “Making a masterpiece.” I watch as His hands work the clay and I begin to witness the making of a masterpiece. He slowly forms the clay from the bottom up, never rushing. With great care the vessel starts to form. I watch as He removes pieces that will hinder the use of the vessel. He begins to sing over the clay, “I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. You will be my masterpiece.” Before I know it, I’m singing with Him. As we sing, the vessel takes a beautiful shape and He delights in my excitement at the work of His hands. Continue reading “My Masterpiece”
The battle is fierce. I look around and see all who have fallen, my heart melts with fear. I hear Your voice on the battlefield telling us to be encouraged, to keep our eyes fixed on You. You raise your gold shield to defend that which is Yours. I run closer to You when something catches my attention. I look away from You for just a second and I am pierced by an arrow of the enemy and I fall to the ground. I try to get on my feet only to I fall back to the earth. You look over Your shoulder and tell me, “Child, get back up!” Again, I try to rise but the pain and the fear are unbearable. I sink into back to the ground and sob, “I’m sorry Lord. I can’t.” Continue reading “The Battlefield”
A day of deep sorrow. A day of troubles that linger as dusk settles. A day of many moments that nag and prick at my self confidence and identity. A day wanting to be forgotten as I weep and drag myself to my bed. An intense desire for comfort overwhelms me. A desire that my favorite food, my favorite book or show, not even my favorite person can provide. Continue reading “Needing Comfort”