i am blessed.

sometimes i feel like situations are helpless so i don’t let my mind dwell on them. but then i don’t learn the lessons i need to and i don’t pray for those in need.

today i was taking pictures for a post about decorating, but when i uploaded this picture, all i could think about was how blessed i am to have this faucet at my finger tips. and to know all of my family are sleeping in their beds.

we have all heard about Haiti at this point. its terrible. its mind boggling to even comprehend the depth of sorrow these people are facing. the amount of children instantly orphaned is heart wrenching.

but there is one thing i know. i have a Father to the fatherless and i need to turn to Him in prayer when I feel overwhelmed.

lets let our heart’s break for these people. there is hope.

psalm 51:17

the sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.

psalm 34:18

the Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

the attic.

Hopes wait in the eave of memories yearning for the moment when the dust will be cleared. Light comes through the cracks in the floor boards. I must wait in the dimly lit corner of this attic…

Like a childhood game of hide and seek, I wait for the Seeker to unearth my hiding place and let light in. Time moves slowly. Seconds fade to minutes as anticipations grow.

I begin to forget about the game and stumble around, feeling through the dusty objects around me. My movements make the floor creak, reminding me I must stay in the corner.

I let my mind travel to the Seeker. I have never seen Him, but I know He is good. I have heard He can find people in the darkest of hiding places.

I look up and notice a light growing in the room. It spills over the contents of the attic and fills the eaves. The light is more fascinating than even the largest of objects in the room.

My excitement grows. I yearn to throw open the attic door and announce His arrival but the beautiful display before my eyes contains me to my corner.

Suddenly, the attic door is swung open and I see the shadow of a Man. My eyes fill with tears of awe as the dust clears from the room and I realize I have been found.

…to think if I had opened the door and missed this exhibition of beauty.

your break causes tremors I cannot hide

as pieces splash from stained cheeks.

how will you be sewn back together?

our thread here is not strong enough.

Do you ever feel like there is nothing that can bring you back to normality? Like you can’t get your act together as much as you try?

In moments like these our minds can go out of control and we can make ourselves believe some pretty crazy stuff. But what if we chose to listen to truth and not lies. What would our days look like?

The truth is, there is a thread that can put you back together. Its stronger then anything you can understand and that’s why it seems out of reach. This thread is made of fibers of peace, with faith and hope spun in. It takes time to find it, though, and that’s what we need to be patient for.

Today I choose to listen to truth.

let it be

Do you ever feel like you need to reign yourself in? Sometimes I get so excited about the things that God is doing in my life I find myself running ahead of Him.

I think deep down inside we are all still children. We ask God:
“Are we there yet?”
“How much longer?”
“Will I like it?”

Sometimes, we are worse then that kid in the backseat who asks “are we there yet?” 15 times.

We must remember, that, as He proved faithful in the “not yet” times, He will prove faithful in the “almost there” times.

Today, I need to focus on the task in front of me, reign in my excitement, and let God surprise. Because, honestly, there is nothing worse then someone who won’t let you surprise them.

God delights in blessing us with defining moments in our lives. Let’s let Him do it.

waiting.

Wake up, work, shower, movie, bed. Repeat.

The first few months of working after college made the rest of my life look boring, to say the least. Is this what I’m supposed to do? Repeat an endless cycle of trying to entertain myself when I’m not working to stay alive? I could live for vacation, but living 50 weeks of the year for two relaxing weeks is, well, sad. Vacation isn’t always relaxing anyway.

I’ve always wanted things before there time. When I was 11 I wanted so badly to be 13 I would pretend I was a teenager. In high school, I couldn’t wait to graduate college so my parents would finally realize how mature I was (wink). In college, I couldn’t wait to get so I could get married and actually start my life (or so I thought).

All these years of looking into the future have fizzled to where I am now.

I had been struggling with all these thoughts for a while. I found myself negotiating with God so that I could have my w ay, in my timing, with His blessing. I started settling for good things instead of waiting for the amazing plans God has because they fit my timing better.

But here is the deal…I can push for something that makes sense, looks nice, and makes me happy. OR I can sit back and let God make my wildest dreams come true. Of course the second option sounds better, but when it’s unseen, it doesn’t seem worth the wait.

So let’s make this song our prayer as we wait…

Heal my heart and make it clean , Open up my eyes to the things unseen, Show me how to love like you have loved me, Break my heart from what breaks yours,Everything I am for your kingdoms cause, As I go from nothing to
Eternity.