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Tuesday, 08 April 2008

  • His voice can be so deafening.

    Why is it so difficult to listen to God?  I don't mean it's difficult to hear what it is He is saying...to understand it.  I mean once I have 'decoded the static' and the actions I am to carry out are clear...it becomes increasingly difficult to push play.  I am a disobedient child.  I do not find pleasure in interpreting this action of mine in my head.  I clearly hear what it is I am to do...and in my infinite stubborness I can hear myself saying, "no..i must have heard that wrong." or "I don't know if I should because..." 

    Do I really think that my Father in his infinite wisdom does not know what He is doing?  Do I really think He does not have my best interests at heart?  WHAT AM I DOING??!?!?  Thoughts like this make me sick to my stomach.  Perhaps it is my lack of courage...if that is the case...then why can't I just use His courage?  I am tired of trying to tell myself that I can handle my own life.  I CAN'T!  I am desperatly trying to live this life for You.  I can't even make that decision on my own. 

    I hate being human.

Wednesday, 02 April 2008

  • hello daddy.

    First off, I love how the Lord tells me to do stuff I don't want to do.  I always feel better after choking down some pride and doing good for others.  thanks father.  I pray that it touches his heart in the way you intended it to.

    So, this past weekend I stumbled across a few old VHS's at my parents house.  One being my first birthday...December 23, 1988.  Excellent year.  haha.  So I brought it back to my apartment and watched it. 

    I haven't cried that hard in a long time.  Over two years ago the image of my father was hideously distorted...following choices he made and acts he committed.  I no longer saw him as a father...but as a stranger I did not like living in the same house with me.  After not speaking for several months, it is needless to say our relationship has never recovered.  I turned to God to find the father I had so tragically lost.  In Him I finally found the love that was robbed from me.  thank you Lord. 

    Watching the video of my first birthday struck me as an earthquake within.  Shots of my father holding me, laughing with me, and making me 'fly like an airplane' shifted the place of hate and anger reserved for him in my heart.  I know now how much my father loves me, even though he may not always show it.  He has made his mistakes just as I have mine.  It is time to let go...time to forgive.  Even as I write this I drown in my own tears of sadness and of renewal.  I am learning to love again.  And it is hard.  It is a fantasticly beautiful pain.  Of all the gifts God has given me, the ability to have freedom from hate is my favorite.  His love is enough for me.  It is by no means easy to walk into the light and away from the darkness in our lives...

    but i'm beginning to crawl.

Monday, 03 March 2008

  • stepping up.

      Let me just start by saying...Thank you Lord.  There were several areas of my life that were falling short of what I am called to do....called to be.  I see now why changes...(and drastic ones at that) needed to be made.

    My church is in trouble.  I have been anticipating this since Garrett first left.  I have simply been sitting back waiting to see it hit the fan...while at the same time praying that it wouldn't.  Unfortunately...it has.  It has really been lying dormant for months while growing stronger every day.  We don't like to look problems with the church directly in the eye.  They frighten us...intimidate us...and at the same time make us feel helpless and ashamed.  This is sad...very sad.  I think that I speak for several people within the Shack when I say that I have never ever wanted to be a part of the stereotypical church that 'hides problems under the rug and puts on a happy face'.  We are human....we mess up.  By no means do we have anything figured out...nor will we ever.  But when we don't address them and/or ignore them..we are sinning. 

    Somewhere along the way the meaning and representation of love has been grossly misconstrued.  Why?  Is it society that has told us to cover love with a blanket of sarcasm?  To publicly and purposefully humiliate our brothers and sisters through Christ?  Why is this what we have become?  And who is to blame?  Is it our society, the campus around us, or perhaps...is it something within ourselves?  One thing is certain-we need to figure this out in order to repair it ASAP. 

    A few things this particular situation has brought to light in my mind:  (1) I understand now exactly how much my behavior as a leader in the church influences others' actions and opinions.  (2) Men of the Shack-you are all so appreciated and cherished as a strong part of this ministry.  We all look up to you hold each of you in the highest regard.  And I personally can not apologize enough if our actions and/or words have fallen short of anything less than that.  My prayer is that you take confidence and hold fast in knowing that you are all princes of the king and are held above most in the eyes of us women.

    Lord we all need you.  Your children...we are crying, we are hurting.  I know you hear us...and I know what you want me to do....

     

    I'm stepping up.

Thursday, 28 February 2008

  • bears. beets. battlestar gallactica.

      February is basically over.  wow.  God has ROCKED my world this month.  In every way you could possibly imagine.  I have been smacked down, worn thin, built back up, and been forced to peer into every solitary corner of my life.  It has not been easy.  And yet i know that due to my experiences this month I will never be the same.  It is an odd thing knowing your teenage years are officially over...knowing in the back of your mind...time to grow up.  It is quite another for the Lord to put you into those situations that will force you to grow up.  

    Thanks God.

    I know that I have a very long road ahead of me.  I've made some drastic changes in my life and yet some how I still feel as though I am merely floating.  Not really causing too much of a dent in this existence.  Perhaps I feel as though I have been put into positions of friendship and leadership where I am called to constantly and consistently encourage and give.  I think I am starting to wear thin.  I know that I am able to sit back and allow the Lord to speak through me to others

    ....but I still feel as though I am intimatly involved in unrequited encouragement. 

     

    Lord give me strength.

Tuesday, 05 February 2008

  • please...

    Please Lord be with her.  Clothe her in your strength and more importantly..your love.  It is infinite and more powerful than we can imagine.  Show her that.  Drown her in it.  She needs you now more than ever.  Protect your daughter from fear, from judgement, from worry.  Drape her in dignity and ignite her spirit.  She is in your hands.  And I ask that she remain there...that she get comfy.

    We love her.

    And so do you.