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"I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all." -E.B. White
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Sunday, March 6, 2016
life light, light life
In Him was LIFE
In who? Jesus.
To truly live, we ought to be found in Jesus. This means our identity and every part of our being must be rooted in Jesus. To find life, we have to find ourselves in Him.
Then,
that life = the light of mankind
Having found LIFE in HIM, we will spread light to mankind. This life, given to us only by God, is the light of mankind. There is an important distinction here....WE are NOT the light. We are merely reflectors. My LIFE is solely dependent on Jesus. In Him was life...
John (the Baptist) was not the light
John was a witness TO the Light
We, too, are not to BE the light. Jesus is the Light!
But, as we are found in Him, we bear witness to the true source of Light.
The never-ending, glorious Light - Jesus.
The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it <3
This world is dark, dreary, bleak, dry, desert, wasteland.
This world cannot overcome the Light that Jesus brings!
Hallelujah. (How un-Lutheran of me to say such a word during Lent!)
Praise be to the never-ending Light! Amen, amen, and amen.
My prayer, today, friends, is this:
to seek the Light
to find the Light
to soak in the light
to reflect the Light
Amen.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
LIGHT
Well, friends. It hit me about a month ago - middle of January. It was the dead of winter, and my soul was lost in the doldrums of this long, blustery season.
Light. God just softly spoke the word to my heart. I starting becoming aware of light more often. I marveled at the beauty of sunshine on the fallen snow. I stared at stained glass and observed its beautiful transformation of light rays. I even opened the shades in my room, and brightened up my natural hermit-at.
My heart was listening, but I wasn't ready to share.
I often feel like - okay, maybe God gave me this gift of writing that He yearns for me to develop. Well, reading and writing is a sure-fire way to enhance your writing. I was doing the reading, but not the writing. I have justified my time of silence as a gathering. I cannot write until I am ready. My fingers just know when they are ready for the keyboard. Sometimes unsure, but they are ready.
For all of January and most of February, time slipped away into a season of gathering. I was accumulating and reveling in the marvel of light. As I go on, in hope of spring, I will continue to seek the light, but I am ready to formulate my thoughts simultaneously now.
Not everything wise comes from the rearview.
My heart is this:
to seek the Light
to find the Light
to soak in the light
to reflect the Light
to be the light
LIGHT in the midst of chaos
LIGHT in the midst of darkness
LIGHT in the midst of doubt
LIGHT, illuminating the glimpses of heaven's glory, as we wait in anxious anticipation
As I muddle through the first few posts, my fingers might be rusty. I don't feel completely in the groove, but I trust the Lord, when He says he will give me the words to say. Boldly, I write. I share the light I have found. This alluding, sometimes elusive light, that leads me to the Light of the World. Oh, my heart.
When they deliver you over, do not be anxious how you are to speak or what you are to say, for what you are to say will be given to you in that hour. Matthew 10:19
Light. God just softly spoke the word to my heart. I starting becoming aware of light more often. I marveled at the beauty of sunshine on the fallen snow. I stared at stained glass and observed its beautiful transformation of light rays. I even opened the shades in my room, and brightened up my natural hermit-at.
My heart was listening, but I wasn't ready to share.
I often feel like - okay, maybe God gave me this gift of writing that He yearns for me to develop. Well, reading and writing is a sure-fire way to enhance your writing. I was doing the reading, but not the writing. I have justified my time of silence as a gathering. I cannot write until I am ready. My fingers just know when they are ready for the keyboard. Sometimes unsure, but they are ready.
For all of January and most of February, time slipped away into a season of gathering. I was accumulating and reveling in the marvel of light. As I go on, in hope of spring, I will continue to seek the light, but I am ready to formulate my thoughts simultaneously now.
Not everything wise comes from the rearview.
My heart is this:
to seek the Light
to find the Light
to soak in the light
to reflect the Light
to be the light
LIGHT in the midst of chaos
LIGHT in the midst of darkness
LIGHT in the midst of doubt
LIGHT, illuminating the glimpses of heaven's glory, as we wait in anxious anticipation
As I muddle through the first few posts, my fingers might be rusty. I don't feel completely in the groove, but I trust the Lord, when He says he will give me the words to say. Boldly, I write. I share the light I have found. This alluding, sometimes elusive light, that leads me to the Light of the World. Oh, my heart.
When they deliver you over, do not be anxious how you are to speak or what you are to say, for what you are to say will be given to you in that hour. Matthew 10:19
Saturday, January 9, 2016
BE
Here I sit. Christmas break reflections. I am writing, thus learning.
Is this what life is, God? Oh, how I am learning.
The rocky start to my break between semesters forced me to see things God's way. I am a nomad. I am practicing before I go. I think I am all ready to go now now now, but God is whispering, "Wait." Oh, but me?! Wait?? I don't have patience. You're supposed to know everything about me God. Don't you know that I don't have patience? Can't you give me an easier task?
A pastor friend reminded me, not too many minutes ago, in a Skype message that the Lord is still working out in my life - where I am supposed to go. That's okay. It's in the works! I am not forgotten in the wayside. I am in the plan. The plan can't happen all at once.
Oh, how I'm learning.
To be at home where I am. To be at peace with imperfect circumstances.
to God, there is no one greater.
We belong to Him.
Even the sparrow...
Psalm 84:3
"Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God."
Therefore, I don't need to fret about getting it all planned out on my own. God knows where I am right now. He knows where I am going to go when I graduate. He knows where I am going to be. And He is going to be with me.
BE. Such a small word, yet so powerful.
To sit and be. I am a masterpiece, yet I am a work in progress. I always will be. Be.
And so I pray:
Prepare my heart. Teach me to be a nomad. Help me to be.
Is this what life is, God? Oh, how I am learning.
The rocky start to my break between semesters forced me to see things God's way. I am a nomad. I am practicing before I go. I think I am all ready to go now now now, but God is whispering, "Wait." Oh, but me?! Wait?? I don't have patience. You're supposed to know everything about me God. Don't you know that I don't have patience? Can't you give me an easier task?
A pastor friend reminded me, not too many minutes ago, in a Skype message that the Lord is still working out in my life - where I am supposed to go. That's okay. It's in the works! I am not forgotten in the wayside. I am in the plan. The plan can't happen all at once.
Oh, how I'm learning.
To be at home where I am. To be at peace with imperfect circumstances.
to God, there is no one greater.
We belong to Him.
Even the sparrow...
Psalm 84:3
"Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God."
Therefore, I don't need to fret about getting it all planned out on my own. God knows where I am right now. He knows where I am going to go when I graduate. He knows where I am going to be. And He is going to be with me.
BE. Such a small word, yet so powerful.
To sit and be. I am a masterpiece, yet I am a work in progress. I always will be. Be.
And so I pray:
Prepare my heart. Teach me to be a nomad. Help me to be.
when all the world is spinning,
I'm stuck.
I feel like a lump of clay - stuck to the wheel.
spinning, spinning, spinning
My thoughts are jumbled and rambled and restless and all over the place.
I have found frustration in my writing, so I've stopped.
I was forcing too many lessons into one ceramics blog post.
I was so concerned with finishing my series that I lost the quality of the hours poured over wheel and words.
I need to take a break.
I am spinning.
I am off center.
I need my Potter.
So, I am taking a break from my ceramics series. I am not going to finish it. I am going to let it dangle. And I am going to be okay with that.
I suppose there is a lesson to be learned in my hiatus from ceramics as well, because the studio that I use has closed. I was forced to stop my favorite hobby for a while. Don't be surprised if there are some dancing posts. I feel God there, too.
As I twirl on my pointe shoes, as the wheel splatters clay as it spins, You
I feel like a lump of clay - stuck to the wheel.
spinning, spinning, spinning
My thoughts are jumbled and rambled and restless and all over the place.
I have found frustration in my writing, so I've stopped.
I was forcing too many lessons into one ceramics blog post.
I was so concerned with finishing my series that I lost the quality of the hours poured over wheel and words.
I need to take a break.
I am spinning.
I am off center.
I need my Potter.
So, I am taking a break from my ceramics series. I am not going to finish it. I am going to let it dangle. And I am going to be okay with that.
I suppose there is a lesson to be learned in my hiatus from ceramics as well, because the studio that I use has closed. I was forced to stop my favorite hobby for a while. Don't be surprised if there are some dancing posts. I feel God there, too.
As I twirl on my pointe shoes, as the wheel splatters clay as it spins, You
anchor me back down……
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