Wednesday, April 27, 2011
A Million Directions
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I'm Excited
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Ripened
Ripened
The harvest is ripened, yet the fields are rotting
There are hearts that are crying out for the truth
That someone would love them, teach them, save them
What if they’re looking to me and you?
We are called to be fishers, disciples, teachers
Why are we waiting till we’re done with our youth?
It makes my heart ache to see the days that we waste
When they’re calling out for help from me and you.
Let us lead lives of purpose, with boldness and courage
With eyes set on Jesus, in our weakness His strength
Though we’ll face opposition, let this be our mission
To reach our neighbors, the world, no matter the length
Be it listening, talking, praying, or crying
Showing grace, hope, and love is a beautiful thing
Adopting the orphan, feed the hungry, hold the dying
We’re just simple hands working hard for the king
Our energy’s plenty, and the harvest is ready
I have only one life, this I surrender to You
That they would know from my words, my smile, my touch,
The redeeming hope and love that only comes from You.
4/23/11
I was up late last night with this poem on my mind and in my heart. I'd written the first stanza several weeks ago but hadn't had the time to sit in the stillness and let the Lord speak to my heart. In my cozy room at home, late last night, I was able to sit and collect my thoughts and finish this poem.
The Lord has been burdening my heart for the needs, both physical and emotional/spiritual of both the unreached and of the Church. The fields are ripe, ready for harvest. Where are the workers? I include myself in this COMPLETELY. How often I choose my own selfish comfort rather than investing in someone else. How often I chase after my own dreams rather than ministry opportunities.
I encourage you to ponder along with me.
Where/who/what is my "field?"
What changes do I need to make in order to serve there?
How can I best prepare myself for future ministry?
Psalm 86:9
“All the nations you have made will come and worship before you, O Lord; they will bring glory to your name.”
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
A Familiar Ache
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Seeing fruit...
Monday, April 18, 2011
Trust Me.
Journey to Joy
Friday, April 15, 2011
It's the little things!
Remembering
Remembering has been on my mind alot this week.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Miracle
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Countdown....
Stubborn
Saturday, April 9, 2011
My cup overflows
Just because....
Like father...
They always say that the guy you like will be just like your dad. I always wanted to find someone who had the humor, personality, and character qualities as my dad. My dad also exhibits an occasional (or frequent) nerdiness that includes but is not limited to: duct-taped shoes, super-glued glasses, bow ties, and suspenders. When Spencer showed up to our double-date last weekend in big Harry Potter glasses and a bow tie, I knew that I'd gotten lucky enough to have a little bit of every part of my dad that I love in the guy that I'm dating. My dad's nerdiness makes me smile just as much as his love for the Lord, his dedication to our family, and his ability to make people laugh. Like father like Spencer?? I'm happy with that- bow ties and all :)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Glory
Pure Joy
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Jesus, I Come
- Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of my sickness, into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee. - Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of earth’s sorrows, into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee. - Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair, into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee. - Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of Thy home,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee. - These words met me where I was at today. To come to Jesus with brokenness, tears, and pain and be met by love and grace is a humbling and beautiful thing. Jesus, I come to Thee.