July 23, 2012

Fix My Gaze

Don´t let my eyes slip off You, Lord, as I believe you for this miracle.

I don´t demand it but I do wait expectantly for it.

Set my gaze.  Fix my eyes.

My line of vision appears to determine the state of my heart.  Protect my heart as it guards the trust-lessons learned.  Allow me to walk in faith gained from the previous miracle.

Where there is weakness of faith, increase it.

When I hear doubters, don´t let me waiver.  Don´t let them tempt me to anxiety, discouragement or lessening of faith.  Strengthen my resolve.

I fully expect You to glorify Yourself in this, Lord, for this is all up to You.

And I fully expect my heart to explode in praise and my knees to bow in humble re-awareness that You are God.  The God of miracles.  The Rewarder of faith.  The Provider of all I need.

Fix my gaze, Lord.

On the news that our daughter was denied residency which would give her in-state tuition at her university (price will be 3x as much).  And our other daughter was for some strange reason not given her grants of the last 2 years.  God is up to something and forcing us to lean more deeply into Him...

Photo by:  loupiote (Old Skool)

July 18, 2012

He Wrecks Me

“Steven wrecks me.”*

This was the commentary of one brother about his sibling to me yesterday.

And it rocked me.

It transformed the break we were having at a retreat my family and I are attending.  It became the catalyst for pondering and competed in my heart with the great teaching and beautiful sharing in small groups.

It doesn´t mean what you may think.  It was not a reflection of sibling rivalry.

This was spoken with admiration & affection by the younger brother of his older, special needs brother.

Of the brother whose genuineness and vulnerability disarms you.  Of the one whose openness devastates your own personal secretiveness.  Of the one whose tender affection for those around him whom he just met & scarcely knows puts you to shame.

The one who wrecks you.

It´s not unlike what the Holy Spirit does to my heart when He pierces with a penetrating word, when He convicts me of my hidden issues, habits, sins.  Or when He ministers deeply the soothing love that comes in balmy, pure waves.  The Holy Spirit touches in ways and in places that no one else can.

Steven is like that. 

He just wrecks you.

*not his real name

July 14, 2012

Crazy Holy

(for S.A., who leads & creates from a deep place)

Crazy Holy
a joyful party in our midst
the child labelled eccentric
now reigns creative genius.

Love gone wild
bursting over us like confetti
inviting and wooing
our joyful abandon.

Carefully planning
with a twinkle in his eye
Mischievously like Jesus.

His soul, overwhelmed 
with Holy Spirit ideas & colours
races ahead of some
But the Spirit is in stride
and runs with him -
I think He laughs & winks.

Crazy holy
in soul-depth and creating
is this dear artist
we are privileged 
to call friend.

Photo by: drbenredmond

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