Source

Restoring watch batteries
(and)
Returning to old ways
(and)
Replacing my phone
As a source of truth
(what time is it mister wolf?)
Because You are

The Way
The Truth
The Life

You
Jesus
You
More of
You
You 
You

I Can (thanks Dr. Seuss:)

I can worship in a house
I can worship like a mouse
I can worship with a friend
I can worship without end
I can worship with my voice
I can worship without joists
I can worship here and there
I can worship anywhere
I can worship because I am free
I don’t have no chains on me

You Moved

You moved

From grace to judgement
From love to hate
From peace to politics

You moved
(out from under my feet)
And

I don’t have your address 
Anymore

Your stillness

Your stillness stills me
Your arm around me
Tangible
This morning 
In Grass
Park
You 
Lead me
To quiet places 
And spaces in my heart
Like Summer spent from crying
I 
Rest
In
You

Conundrum

When
My sanctuary wrecks
Your sanctuary
And
Your sanctuary 
Wrecks my sanctuary

What to do
What to do
What to do

Daily

It’s not the grand events
The grand moments
The grand gestures
The grand stage 
That sustains
It’s the

Little
Bits
Of
You

The 
I AM

Day
By
Day

Moment
By 
Moment

You
Fill


Trust 2.0

Trust
(faith hope)
Grows
In those micro seconds when
We step away from 
Worry 
(anger fear control)
And put our hand in Yours
(instead)

Snowbird

Farm front room
Blah brown stereo
Girl cousins singing
Anne Murray’s Snowbird
We couldn’t possibly be cooler 
Twelve


Used to

“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng. Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” Psalm 42: 1-5 (NIV)

I remember how I
Used to
(because)
I was of
 Use to
(and)
Now I am no 
Use to
(and)
The sanctuary is defiled

(and so)

I weep and wait
(and)
Crawl into Your lap Papa
(and)
Trust You and yet wait in
 Sadness Hope and Praise

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