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Why write?

I sit here at the computer wondering, why do I write?  I wonder if the words I seek to put to page would find better purpose somewhere else. 

My words – yes – always yes.

If I sit here and write only what I think will draw the most comments or the most visits then I write not for the One who gifts me with voice.  I write only for me.  These words, my words, will always fall empty to the page.

His come with a cost.  They will always require more of me than mine will ever ask.  Should it be any less?

The One who gave it all – his life a ransom for my soul, for my voice – requires a like bounty. 

A life lived in the crucible where a heart burns white hot.  It is there in the refining fire my words rise like dross and His voice is found.

May I never take these words lightly.  May I never lose sight of the Voice-Giver. 

 “You can never set apart for God something that you desire

yourself to achieve for your own satisfaction.”

– Oswald Chambers

Woven

I stood and watched him work the loom.  Thread after colorful thread woven with precision.  Mesmerized by his skill, I watched with wonder.  From his hands, a pattern developed that my eyes could never see and yet, one he knew all along existed.

A single strand doesn’t reveal much to the untrained eye.  Alone it means very little.  I may think it will not even work – too thick, too unruly or color just not right.  In the hand of the weaver, however, all find their purpose and use.

My life is like this tapestry – a work in process that only the Weaver can weave.  Each moment I exist is a thread in the His hand.     He knows the purpose and pattern for each.  He weaves every moment – even the ones I deem unworthy – with intent.

The Weaver slowly entwines His vision and my life.   Far beyond the unfinished tapestry I now live, exists His dream of my completion.

And yet, I live in the unfinished moment.   I bind my heart by the fragments I see.  My vision is so easily misplaced in the strands undone.

His, however, is neither.

 

It’s in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone. 

Ephesians 1:11-12   The Message

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Etchings of a Hyphenated Life

Life etches rings around me.  Carving memories that seek to remain. 

Some days are monument makers, like birth and death.    Many pass almost unnoticed – a hyphen of life in between.   Yet, their markings carrying weight far beyond their significance and need to be remembered.

This weekend was the in between – a fitting pause between the long goodbye of summer and the incoming rush of fall.   

Summer did not hurry for me in haste but it burdened with a monument unwanted – a too soon goodbye to a faithful friend.  Now, in the too gentle, too quiet moments I breathe a pause of thanks for all creatures great and small. 

 

This life has afforded me much to be thankful for and yet I have allowed most to move past unnoticed like a string of “hyphenated” days.  Such moments have passed by far too easily and left far too light a memory when my neglect allowed.  

 It has allowed too much.

Now I seek to regroup and gather back to me these graces before they slip away forever unnoticed.  Like the quiet, morning walks with a faithful friend who mourns like I do a companion now gone.

 

 

The rain that hung heavy in the air and then later fell in drops long hoped for.  Life gathered in its mist and drank in the refreshment.

 

 

The Word that speaks when all else is quiet.  It is the refreshing fount of Living Water that drenched this thirsty soul.

 

 

The time off from schedules and commitments to just be present – no more, no less – yet all of what I needed.

 

 

Life lived in the hyphen.  Life etched soul. 

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Change Me

 

Change me but don’t make me whole – at least not yet.

Fix what is broken but leave the cracks.  Through fissures You are seen.  Fractures show Your glory and tell of my weakness.  I need my weaknesses to be told because I don’t tell them often enough. 

I try to hide them with distance and a smile. 

When did I believe weak wasn’t worthy?  When did the Truth of …(Your) power is made perfect in weakness…lose to the lie that perfect is worth pretending to be?

Change me Lord, but don’t make me whole – at least not yet.

Mend what is broken but leave the cracks.  Their presence will be Your grace.  Broken will be my testimony. 

 

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