Thin Places

Somewhere in the writing of C.S Lewis, he speaks of "thin places".

Spaces, 
experiences, 
locations,
where the distance between us and God is lessened.

Prelude to Victory (The Warrior)

calling the shots,
at the helm
i flinch

but

under command,
submitting
i thrive

in deference...
freedom
in trust...
hope

fixed with Spirited sword
i am prepared for battle
yet 
Another rises
to fight for me

Warrior emerges
eternal
omnipotent
fierce

the Shield
full-bodied

complete

the City of Refuge

fortified

protected

the Strong Tower

sealed
safe

battle rages
left unscathed
crimson covering
washes pure

once formidable foe
cowers
retreats
slinks back 
toward eastern front

while 

toward western front

i walk donning

forgiven past

victorious present 

secured future

Prelude to Victory (The Weapon)

truthful belt
righteous breastplate
peaceful feet
faithful shield
saving helmet
all weapons given for battle
while grateful, leave me on defensive

always reacting 
side-stepping attack
blocking arrows 
making second move
maneuvering according to an enemy's plans

on the run
anxious life
looking over my shoulder
crouched down and low
afraid to let guard down

like a scavenger
in search of scrap of bread
i long for victory
arms that give me edge
to produce offensive strategy 

prayer breathed out
from weary lips
a surrender
before Stillness
who waits to be known

and weapon forms
connected marrow of Truth 
from multiple pens
double-edged
God-breathed
unmatched
Spirited sword

Prelude to Victory (The Struggle)

formidable foe

familiar enemy
with subtle approach
i should recognize

past battles
leave me limp
yet the war seems to
empower him

wars inside
unseen, unknown
dragging me
to depths despised

emotional free-fall
clawing for grip
emotional free for all
desperate for truth

i stand toe to toe 
with Doubt
and i...
i flinch first

...to bestow on [her] a crown of beauty instead of ashes, 

the oil of gladness instead of mourning, 

and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. 

[She] will be called an oak of righteousness, 

a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor. 

- Isaiah 61:3

On Her 4th Birthday

Dear Moriah-

Your older brother was only 9 months old when we found out you were on your way. Your older sister wasn't even 4. Daddy and I were shocked. We wondered if we could handle parenting 3 children so young. We already felt so deficient in some ways.

Truth #1: God always knows best.

I know we've spoken it to you. We intend to repeat it over and again as you grow. God knows what is best. His ways are perfect. People consistently focus on circumstances, that's why we became overwhelmed at the thought of your coming. By focusing on circumstances, we could see only our feebleness. God, however, asks us to call on His character. He is a good, loving Father who knows what is very best for us. And in May of 2008, holding a positive pregnancy test, meant understanding that God's best meant we were to be a family of 5 regardless of how we felt. Not much time passed before shock gave way to excitement. We lovingly anticipated your coming. We claimed the words of Psalm 127. Yes, indeed children are a blessing and you were that for us.



Truth #2: God has good, hopeful plans for your life.

I know if we've said it once, we've said it a hundred times. I've prayed it over you most nights of your toddler life. We were surprised to find you were coming, but God never was. Before the foundations of the world were laid, He knew you would be born in this place at this time for specific purposes. The God who knit you together in my womb is the same One who has great plans for your life. And when God has something planned, He's not taken by surprise. 

One meaning of the name Moriah means "Chosen by Jehovah". It's one of the reasons we decided on that name for you. You were chosen by God to be a part of our family and we desire to affirm that even in the every-day calling of your name.

Truth #3: God is crazy about you.

Of all the basic truths in life, this is perhaps the hardest for me to walk in. I've let too many places, too many voices, too many experiences contradict this idea in my living. I want it to be different for you, my precious daughter. I want you to live with the sure confidence, that no matter what, you are infinitely loved by the One who made you. 

God wants your heart...He did, after all, bear His for you through His Son. God wants your love...He did, after all, demonstrate His through unfathomable sacrifice. 

I pray you will never run from the arms that hold you fast. I pray you will run hard toward the heart whose rhythm is your very life. I pray you will see sunset orange and feel wooed. I pray you will feel spring breeze and know divine caress. It's all a part of this sacred romance - that God is yours as you are His. Know His love with every fiber of your existence.



There are so many other things I could write; so many lessons I could share.  But for now, Moriah, I am going to stop and go share birthday doughnuts with you. 

From the start, sweet girl, you have changed our lives. You have changed my life. And I am the better for it. I love you...always!

Mommy

A Warthog's Wisdom

"If we're always looking ahead of what we see, 

how do we know when we get there?"

- Pumba

Strategic Management was one of my favorite classes in college.
I figure it has to do with my love of doing things on purpose.
Living with intention.
Dreaming. 
Planning. 
Moving toward the goal with exacting steps.

I want to live life well. 
And I believe part of that process is knowing why we do what we do.
Our motive, much of the time, for our decisions comes from a sense of where we think we're heading.
There's a goal and we want to get there. 
So, we take purposeful steps to walk toward that goal.
We keep the goal in front of us. 
Ahead of our sightline, that we might stay focused.

But, if you are like me, occasionally you find yourself nearer the goal but having been blind to the journey that got you to that point.

I am very good at focusing on the task when I have something to accomplish. I also know the task is never as rewarding as the relationship. And I am guilty of forfeiting people to production. (Much self-analysis could be done here, but I will spare you).

A new year is here. 
A natural beginning. 
A logical time to evaluate, refocus, set direction. 
I so love to do that.

But it was Pumba's words that got my attention the other day. In the middle of the newness of the year that begs for my purposeful thought and planning, all I could hear were the resounding words of an animated warthog.

"If we're always looking ahead of what we see, 

how do we know when we get there?"

- Pumba

Would I know when I've reached my goal? Am I too busy moving on to the next goal and strategy that I've failed to enjoy the path that led me there? 

I know it's trite, but it's truth...that one must enjoy the journey. 
I know it's trite but it's truth...that the end doesn't justify the means.

Oh, I know. I know "Cat's in the Cradle" has been sung enough. The hat of accomplishment hangs on the peg of regret. And I know it's banal, overstated, tired.

But, what about me? Do I get it? Really get it?

Of what value is production without presence? 
Of what benefit is accomplishment without memory?

I want to be intentional and purposeful for the future and for today. 
I want to strive for the yet-to-be while basking in the right-here-and-now.

Is it possible? Can this tension be appeased?
This is my year to try. 
My year to be present in this day so that my tomorrow is a joy to receive.

Here's to being present on purpose.

Face in the Sunlight - Part 3

Yesterday, I said the choice to put your face in the sunlight is a courageous one. Choosing light always involves risk.

The risk, I suppose, in coming into the light is exposure.
Light makes flaws more apparent.
Light leaves little room for debate of what might or might not be.
Hiding is not an option.

We sometimes sit in the shadows and question the wisdom of full disclosure.
After all, people can be harsh and cold.
People can be unforgiving and cruel.
Exposure can mean making the bullseye more visible for others' arrows of judgement.

Jesus spoke of the fear man has for the light. Fear of being exposed because we have lived for ourselves and have chosen badly. Jesus said we run for the darkness when we choose self and we keep running, frightened at the potential painful unveiling if we get caught by the light.

And truth be known, when we've dwelled in darkness, light can be painful, at least initially. 

Yet, if we remain in the shadows, we are never seen.

Light makes us known. Don't you want to be known?

Light means trading masks for permission to be fully ourselves, 

or at least learn to be.

Light brings us face to face with the One who knows us best 

and loves us most.

Light brings freedom.

In putting our face in the light, we dare to be Epiphany people. To be found. To be seen. To be known. Fully. Completely. 

To live in light is to be loved. To be accepted. Embraced. 
Being Epiphany people means living in light's fullness that we might bring others to the Light as well.

Here hopine we will choose to be Epiphany people who love Light and run fast toward it with every breath we take.