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Monday, 27 April 2009

  • Grief

    Grief.... i felt its desire to visit me again like a friend who i haven't talked to in a really long time.  My dad died almost 25 years ago but for me i feel the loss of his death almost every day.  Today the sermon was on grief and praying through the loss in our lives.  As i came to the red carpet i found grief waiting for me to sit with and talk.  I don't like to cry.... another layer that still needs to be redeemed.... but today i cried for the loss i felt in my life. 

    Sometimes i  love that little red carpet..... like a little baby loves to snuggle with their blankie.....

Friday, 24 April 2009

  • Currently
    Enter the Worship Circle
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    Come fall on us

    This is currently the song that i'm listening to (see below for the lyrics) multiple times in a row.... I don't know why but i sometimes fall in in love with a song.  Like a baby who grabs your finger and won't let go so too is my heart when i hear a song that i connect with.  I've learned that my heart has a mind of it's own... i can speak for it but sometimes it speaks for it's self.  Which i think is hard to fathom since taking Anatomy and actually holding a heart and wondering how can such a small thing speak with such force.  And then i am brought back to the realization that it isn't my heart which is a muscle that has four chambers whose purpose is to pump blood to and from the other parts of our bodies.  But it is actually my subconscious that speaks with such force however it's American culture to refer to your subconscious as your "heart". 

    Maybe we have taken on this terminology because the heart is a really important organ and it controls how the rest of your body is doing... if it is off rhythm, or not pumping enough blood you are going to be in for a doosy.  Maybe there is some rule book that has already designated the word "heart" to replace subconscious to make it sound less clinical and no one told me of this rule...regardless i think it is strange .....I think a lot of things are strange, weird, etc.  I feel my brain churning and it feels good to think about things that really don't matter because then i kind of give my brain a break and then i'm free to take on the heavy thinking once again.  Breaks are good in increments of course....so for now... i'm going to give myself and break and think about the things i think are strange.



    Waterdeep

    Come Fall On Us


    The mighty One, the Lord
    Calls to all the Earth
    From the rising of the sun
    To the place it makes its bed
    He calls His people
    And we will listen
    We will not keep silent
    'Till we feel the fire again, oh
    'Till we feel the fire again, oh

    A thankful heart
    Prepares the way
    For You, my God
    A thankful heart
    Prepares the way
    For You, my God
    Come fall on us
    We fall on You
    A thankful heart
    Will be our rhythm
    Come fall on us
    We fall on You
    A thankful heart
    Will be our song

    The mighty One, the Lord
    Calls to all the Earth
    For a heart that would bow down
    For a head that he could lift
    With eyes of mercy,
    A burning passion
    We will not keep silent
    'Till we feel the fire again, no
    'Till we feel the fire again, no

    A thankful heart
    Prepares the way
    For You, my God
    A thankful heart
    Prepares the way
    For You, my God
    Come fall on us
    We fall on You
    A thankful heart
    Will be our rhythm
    Come fall on us
    We fall on You
    A thankful heart
    Will be our song
    (2X)

    Call me, Call me
    Burn me with fire,
    Fall on me
    Burn me with fire,
    Burn me with fire,
    Oh God, Oh God, Oh, oh
    Burn me with fire
    Burn me, burn me, oh God with fire
    Burn me, oh God with holy fire
    Burn me, oh God with holy fire
    Burn me, oh God with holy fire
    Burn me, oh God with holy fire


Friday, 16 January 2009

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    A Prelude
    By Jenny & Tyler
    You think
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    You think

    You know me so well

    each and every part 

    so much better than i know myself 

    every layer of my heart | but it’s different with the world | i won’t let anyone come in 

    can’t let them know about my sin

    ‘cause what will the think  of me

    when they finally see | this little girl they know | doesn’t let her bruises show | what will the think of me | when they finally see | this little girl they know | doesn’t let her bruises show | what will they think of me

    the pastor speaks | and i hang my head | so low i hope that | they will look at him instead | that man who left his wife and kids | so many years ago | no longer putting on a show | he’s let the congregation know

    chorus

    and who am i to think that i’m more righteous than the rest | that i might stand a little straighter when You put me to the test | i’m lying when i tell myself i have to be the best | that’s not what they expect

    chorus

    it’s not  what they think | it’s how You think of me

Thursday, 15 January 2009

  • Currently
    A Prelude
    By Jenny & Tyler
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    Wide-Eyed

    i used to be wide-eyed
    with my childhood faith
    and You could do anything
    life used to be simple
    all i had to do was pray
    and i knew You would listen |

    so open up my eyes again and help me to believe
    ‘cause sometimes i lose faith in the blood You shed for me
    so help me to believe

    i used to be three feet tall
    and i felt so small in Your arms
    i used to be fearless
    i knew that You would keep me safe from harm

    so open up my eyes again and help me to believe
    ‘cause sometimes i lose faith in the blood You shed for me
    so help me to believe

    people telling me i’m crazy
    people telling me i’m wrong; they keep trying to confuse me, make me want to run
    so i renew my mind and then i find - Your love covers it all

    so open up my eyes again and help me to believe
    ‘cause sometimes i lose faith in the blood You shed for me
    so help me to believe

    sometimes songs put into words everything that i'm feeling.....

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

  • Waiting is a good thing

    If a tree ceases to grow how will one ever enjoy it's shade or make nest in branches that have grown to protect it's inhabitants.....

    If a seed never gets to show the beauty inside of it waiting to burst forth we will never know their beauty......

    Waiting is a good thing......

    From waiting we learn to appreciate the beauty inside not because it was an instant joy but because there was nurture and care involved...

    Something familiar to bear fruit in the shape of something tangible for yours to treasure together for ever and a day...

    Familiarity exist because we instinctively know true joy when we meet not because we've met before but because we were built for it....

    An imprint if you will that both sets us apart from the world and holds us close to the one who knows our hearts desire ....

    So boldly i go into my greatest fear trusting that with time the fulfillment of my hopes and desires will bear fruit from trees that started as just a seed....

    Waiting is a good thing....


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