He Is Risen Indeed

This past Easter, everywhere, where Christians gather, a celebration occured.
Prayers abounded, folks who only go once a year, went.
May we celebrate each and every day the rest of this year in such a fashion.
As our Pastor stated, the Meshiach presented His answer to a very profound question, 'what does a God do who is perfect love and who is perfectly just?'.
The perfect, most complete and whole answer, is that which we celebrated last Sunday, the Resurrection.

And how we love your perfect Sacrifice, oh Lord,
for now we rest, and have our peace
and seek your face, free from guilt and shame,
and how we love your perfect Love, anointed One,
and how our hearts beat your name.

Spring

Spring is here, I have a new job, the job is w/a start-up company and there are buds on the trees, singing birds ...
It's not that newness springs up out of nothing, as the roots have been growing and getting nourishment all winter.
My heart's winter is also passing by. The deepness of my love for my Lord has been growing because I have been trusting.
Trusting during the dark times. Trusting and hoping against hopelessness and despair has created new pathways for roots that dig deep into the catacombs of those who held on and found a way through.
It might seem trivial to some, to struggle with the inability to take care of yourself, indeed, it slips into a battle between life and death.
However, the life and the death that is truly important, I have found, is the life I find in Christ and the death I seek wholeheartedly is that one that is found at the cross of my Crucified Lord.
This is the big ring, this is where the killer blows bang out the flesh of my worldly soul and leaves my Spiritman triumphant.
This struggle between taking care of myself and to trust in the One who feeds the sparrows of the field is about pride. Simple, and sinful, pride.
I am broken, but my soul rests.
And it is spring!

O Believe

O believe
and take your darkened doubts
to task
for you have been called
by the Master (no more wandering for your thirsty soul)

O believe
you hardened heart and
full of sorrow
for the King's promise
has made you whole.

And if your life seems
pressed and crushed into the sieve
then rest assured your brokenness
is made perfect
when you believe.

Poor like me

When I see the words, that He became the poorest of the poor, I realize that I have years and years of shame because of my financial status.
My walls of pride break down, because He loves me and He was poor like me.
I don't have to strive anymore, I don't have to pretend to be something else.
How great, how marvelous, He is!

Like a wave

Like a wave over rocks
your Spirit soothes
the aggregate harshness
finally moves

Be still, my heart
is void of pain
Furrowed clay
wicks springed rain

All but Your love
has disappeared
And so the death grip
Of all that I feared

horses and shields

as of today, i am 'in the red', but let it be known, that the red i claim is the blood of the Lamb.
Some put their trust in horses (and bank accounts and networking and good jobs, etc.), but my Lord is a shield about me. He won't let me be ashamed of my hope in Him.
If i walk in Him daily, then daily my needs will be met....it's the tomorrows that throw me for a loop, but don't worry about tomorrow.
Note from the field...chin up, heart full of trust....
now go out and reflect His light. It's all about Him anyway.

new year

well, i moved to a new house and thanks to a heart that cares, it is my house. all that is wrong with it and all that is wonderful.
ownership is a strange thing. when i was renting, the bad things were the landlords responsibility. now they are mine. and they are not so bad. before they were irritating, and if not taken care of....well, a pain in the neck.
now....they are a part of the package.
if i take ownership of my own self, quit blaming someone else, or events, or anything else....it seems that perhaps i can find the good along with the bad, trek on my path, and praise my Lord who treks before me and behind me.
Forgive me, Father, for not taking ownership of my life.

Steady As She Goes

This is for you, dear one, who may have believed the Lord for some great or small thing. What is it you hoped for? Was it not His dear will be done? Then hope on, my warrior, keep in mind that His will shall be shown in it's completion in His time.

Steady as she goes. Is it not the Lord Himself who tugged at your heart when you made that decision to go ahead with the plan? Was it not the thought that you would have more of Him? And what is keeping you from Him now?

Is it your lack of trust, that somehow something went wrong? Does trusting mean controlling?

Take a deep breath, trust, and keep trusting.

new day

I am determined to trust in the Lord. Determined. I heard Psalm 27 performed with a new musical interpretation. It was beautiful. The Lord is my strength and my salvation, whom shall I fear?
Take it to heart, have no fear.

Good Sabbath

As I worshipped today in church, I believed I was in the centered in the Lord. It seemed that He was surrounding me and He was in me in a symmetrical fashion. Equally on all sides. And I was in Him equally on all sides. I in Him and He in me. And I thought about the mirror in which we see darkly. And I realize that as wonderful as it was to worship and to have communion, it is a taste...a drop....a crumb. But how marvelous it is.

Shabbat2

Shabbat Shalom!

Shabbat

This is the beginnng of Shabbat. I rest in you, Oh Lord. (Still no work) However, I am not leaning towards panic, but I remember the feeling of having money in the bank, or knowing that I have work. I can keep the feeling. It's really the trust that makes the difference.

So I rest in You, Oh Lord.

Neverending Mercy.

1 November

OH MY! No work, nothing on the horizon....but I am trusting in the One who said to 'seek ye first the kingdom of God and all these things shall be added unto you.'
Ok...but how do I know I am seeking first the 'kingdom' and what is the 'kingdom'?

Fine, well, the kingdom seems to be the realm of the King. And this usually brings me to the notion of a parallel universe. I have a choice. To look for the reality wherein exists the tree of life universe, and live there, or keep my eyes on the world that I see with my own eyes.

What does this kingdom look like? Right now, I can see the tree. During this autumn season, it's easy to imagine what the tree of life looks like, on fire, shimmering, beautiful, enchanting.

I keep looking, and I see my Lord, who I imagine with scars on His beautiful face, where they pulled his beard out and He was mashed into nothingness, for me, thank Him very much.

This is the righteousness that goes along with the realm of the King. The place where justice was met. My sin, your sin. Okay, I don't have to spend the day worrying about making things right. He already took care of that.

Anyway, I am a servant in this kingdom. I mean, I was purchased by this King of Kings, with His blood. So, I can't just go out and do my own thing. I am grateful. Full of thanksgiving.

And I look around and it looks pretty clear. How can I serve? How can I love? How can I bring Him glory?

I will do my best to serve you, Lord. I am so thankful! I don't have anything to hope in except you, and I pray for those who read this, that they might be blessed and encouraged, as well.

First day of spring

It's the first day of spring and the beginning of saving elizabeth.....a journey into the vast immeasurable arms of Grace.....my life as one who is very much in love with Yeshua the Christ.

Here goes....