Ever had days when your grace-face threatened to go into hiding…or on vacation…or to an all-you-can-eat cupcake buffet?
Yeah, me too.
“I love my alarm clock.”
Said no one ever.
Rude, artificial awakenings have a way of making one cranky from go.
Or maybe it’s just me?
I count it as grace that somewhere along the way, God exchanged my ill-mannered, screaming alarm for the whisper of sunrise tiptoeing across the horizon.
Elegantly singing a breathtaking chorus of amber and rose, it softly presses through sheer morning mist. Fresh grace offered up on the welcome mat of a new day.
Each morning, before my feet hit the floor, my heart hits the Throne.
New mercies I claim.
Safety I pray over my husband and children.
I ask Him to order my day. To interrupt me.
I thank Him. I question Him.
I plead. I listen. I invite.
This Father of the fatherless, Lord of my life and Keeper of my soul, hovers in the quiet shadows of a bedroom.
Delicate rays rise, relieving the moon of her duties, imparting warm hope from shy curtain corners.
And, there, in the still of a newborn day, He waits—jealous for the first fruits of my life.
Across time, one sunrise after another, the eyes of my eyes are opened to a soul-anchoring truth:
When we keep prayer, prayer keeps us.
As we grow familiar with the melody of His voice and cadence of His step, the enemy’s seductive taunts lose their power.
And, oh how we live for those moments when we’re so engaged with the Spirit, all else is but white noise.
Time begets familiarity, begets kinship, begets devotion, begets reliance.
Reliance on a faithful God.
Friends, the richness of this truth I wouldn’t have tasted, but for those sacred moments with the One Who waits on the doorstep of dawn.
Like the relentless gentleman He is, He shows up, delighting on every word born in the heart of a girl who, for years, was blind to her worth. A heart that doesn’t trust a father’s word or know a mother’s touch.
Right there, in the birth of a new day, He speaks worth, belonging, enough-ness into my spirit.
And, I believe Him.
Because that’s what we do when we meet Him—day after day after day—we believe Him. We trust His goodness, see His heart.
Oh, how wild the grace that this Sustainer-Of-All would tenderly connect with His creation…not thinking it too much to count us among family.
From dawn’s early light till its drowsy descent—He waits and whispers, catches and carries—wooing our spirits to the holy ground of His presence.
As we meet Him in the hushed hour, morning upon morning—yesterday’s Maker, today’s Provider, tomorrow’s Author—stands at the edge of time and summons daybreak.
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What if time served us rather than us serving it?
What if the church were a judgement-free zone?
There’s nothing worth more
That will ever come close
What if poverty wasn’t?
And humility was?
No thing can compare
You’re our Living Hope
What if we lived as a people who believed in the power of prayer?
And we embraced acceptance, forcing playground politics into extinction?
Your presence, Lord
What if we looked each other in the eyes, giving voice to the unspoken?
And took new people under our wings, remembering we were new once too?
What if we lived like we were dying, honoring this whisper of time we’re given?
I’ve tasted and seen of the sweetest of loves
Where my heart becomes free, and my shame is undone
What if we traded gossip for grace? Comparison for compassion? Disgrace for dignity?
What if transparency trumped appearances?
And stillness replaced busyness?
Your presence, Lord
What if we ate the bread of unity and drank the wine of laughter?
And were half as considerate of a world without Christ as we are of a world with electronics?
Holy Spirit, You are welcome here
Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere
What if we were fluent in the language of forgiveness?
And deaf to the voice of empty criticism?
Your glory, God, is what our hearts long for
To be overcome by Your presence, Lord
What if our chains were bound to the eternal, rather than the temporal?
And we raised palms in praise, rather than fingers in blame?
Let us become more aware of Your presence
Let us experience the glory of Your goodness
What if we served the least of these?
And counted it all gain?
Let us become more aware of Your presence
Let us experience the glory of Your goodness
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The crescent-moon stood witness, as a father spoke promise to his children in the faded backyard of yesteryear.
I’m certain he meant well at the time. I believe his promise was his wish. Sadly, it’s a promise that remains locked in the hazy summer air of that 1970-something night. Unfulfilled.
Fact is, this world with all its imperfect humans (us included) is sometimes a place of disappointment. Such is the nature of life this side of heaven. While often well-meaning, we can’t always count on one another to follow through, to wholeheartedly commit, to keep a word.
Oh, but there is One who never disappoints. One who is ever-true to generations of the faith.
Never leaving us empty or wanting, this tender-loving God we serve satisfies every good promise His grace affords us.
Sweet Father, may we seek out your footprints, following the example you set for us. Oh, how we thank you for your wild and aggressive faithfulness to every word spoken over us—from generations of old.
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They call to me from my windows, daring me to bear witness to their Maker. Spectators of the everyday places below, perched confidently on their sky-stretched bleachers. Seemingly overnight they appear—nature’s answer to the Christmas tree.
Once barren limbs in waiting, now decorated garlands of brilliance—strands of tiny bulbs in shades of green that only spring could author. Swaddled in the glory, they’re sacredly woven—tightly, yet softly—all at once. Ever so slowly they arise, obedient to their high calling. Glory Whisperers, they are.
Envious of the glory, I give in to their playful taunting. Bounding down the porch steps, I sling my faithful sidekick across my shoulder, eager to see its lens interpret this nativity of spring.
Brittle, dormant grass of summer-past rumples beneath my heels as I circle the yard—my senses alive to the splendor. Every Gladys Kravitz hollers “Abner!” from behind peeled curtains. They’re curious of the neighbor, in the taupe house, snapping pictures of the empty limbs. So many empty limbs. The Gladyses don’t see the glory. I pay them no mind…the glory captivates me, I can’t un-see it.
We label spring with this extraordinary charge of being nature’s awakening, and aptly so, but—the awakening has an awakening. Before it awakens, it must become. Each click of the camera leaves me all the more enchanted as I wander the waiting area of nature’s delivery room. Un-birthed leaves line limb after dry limb…tightly wound pockets of promise, daily unfolding—becoming.
As my toes linger in a landscape that drips with the mystery of becomingness, my mind wanders to another landscape—another daily unfolding that is alive within each of us.
We drag kids out of bed and manage schedules. We wash dishes and prepare supper. We walk through Target trying to will our unruly feet away from So. Many. Clearance. Aisles. All the while, this careful unfolding is sprouting on the scenery within.
Pockets of promise—tightly, yet softly woven—evidenced through eye-shaped windows. Each day gently giving way to less of the becoming and more of the awakening—in shades of beauty that only the Rainbow Keeper could author. We rise up, obedient to our high calling. Glory Whisperers, we are.
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Happy Easter, sweet friends.
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Frantically my fingers wrap handful upon handful of hollow air. Powder-blue and milky white, swirling in a cotton-candy blur of sky. Spinning dizzy through the blur, feet over head and back again. Tumbling air rushing above and below and around. And—oh, sweet Jesus—I close my eyes and pray.
Surrender. It can feel a lot like free-fall sometimes, can’t it?
Oh, the two-faced nature of feelings—so quick to convince us we’re tumbling, exposing our deeply veiled fears.
But, friends, when we feel the air rushing wildly about us, let us not forget—the wind is subservient to its Creator.
Question: Who among us would step up to an airline counter requesting: “One ticket, please; I’ll figure out where I’m going while I’m in the air?” Now, call me crazy, I know it’ a stretch, but I’m gonna guess—no one.
Yet, so often our default is to sidestep the “free-fall,” trying to walk into our callings without first surrendering to the One who knows the route.
Sometimes when we want to be brave and do the things that scare us a little, surrender can dress itself up as free-fall, betraying our every vulnerability.
Leaning on our own understanding. Check.
Longing for the carefree route. Check.
Not feeling our feet beneath us. Yep.
Walks like free-fall. Smells like free-fall. Quacks like free-fall.
But, here’s the thing I’m learning:
The God who goes before us, bringing us into this spacious place of our callings, wouldn’t leave us to wander midair.
So, take heart! Although it may sometimes seem as so—we’re not beholden to our feelings. When we say Amen to this holy tumble, Kingdom Difference is made.
Friend, what’s that thing that stirs a restless pit in your belly to consider? The thing that equally excites you and scares you?
What has you confident at daybreak, but come nightfall, once again feeling utterly inadequate—clinging to the earth beneath you—paralyzed in Who-do-you-think-you-are-anyway-Ville?
Oh, for ears to hear the One who speaks dreams into hearts—that Still Small Whisper in the wind, saying: “Hey! Look around! You’re in the air!”
Amidst the distraction of the “free-fall,” we often fail to notice that: Guess what? We’re in motion! We’re not on the ground watching others make the differences we want to make.
And, wouldn’t we rather be free-falling for the God who called us, going places where the ground can’t take us, than be crippled by gravity on the sidelines?
Next time we’re feeling that anxious tumbling in our guts—let’s take free-fall by the hand, walk it over to the mirror, and remind it of the image staring back: Surrender.
What’s the “free-fall” moment you’re currently trying to say “Amen” to? We’re all in this tumble together—you’re not alone— and, We can do this!
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Welcome back, friends.
Greetings from the Chasing Holiness Cafe’. Grab a cozy table in the corner, and enjoy these Sweet Somethings (calorie-free, of course), chosen just for you. May your soul find refreshment today as we begin this brand new month in 2016.
Remember those Discomfort Zones we talked about last month? Well, whata’ya know—Steve Harvey has a little something to say about it too.
If you’re anything like me (and I’m betting you are) our heart’s cry is to make a difference. And, friends—differences aren’t made in the comfort zones.
We want the measure of our lives to be more than the intangible, the barren, the comfortable. In order to have eternal impact, we have to jump.
Grab a pew and get your Amen on. Welcome to the The Steve Harvey Church of God. (Otherwise known as The Family Feud.) Steve said it best in this short (six minute) video: “The only way for you to soar, is you got to jump.”
February’s theme = “seek.”
We can’t fly unless we seek the One who knows the way.
Happy February, sweet friends.
What about you? What Sweet Somethings have you savored in your world recently?
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If you give a girl a year…she might just ask for a word to go with it.
And if she asks for a word to go with it…she might just find herself undone by grace.
It’s that time of year again…renewed dreams, fresh commitments, and—my favorite—new “Words of the Year.” Every January, I’m excited to see the diversity of themes divinely placed on our hearts.
2015 was my year of not bowing down to fear, as the Lord loosened anxiety’s stronghold over my spirit. While still evolving, I’m grateful for the progress His power affords me.
As we invite Him into our days, with even the simplest of offerings—a “One Word” focus—He shows up with His relentless grace and does a supernatural switcheroo.
His Switcheroo theme for me this year is a comical one, considering airplanes are scary death machines and all. (I might need a remedial course in last year’s theme.)
In 2016, I learn to “fly.”
While I anticipate this focus drifting its way through every busy hat I wear, my favorite part about these “words of the year” is the stuff we can’t begin to fathom He’ll do. His heart, broader than our insight.
And if we’re careful to give Him back the “words” he first gave, He’ll change us in ways that January is too young to understand.
The last 20-plus years have found me in Mom-mode, so, coming back to the writing table has been quite an education. I’ve spent the past year getting a grip on the ropes, learning about blogging, growing as a writer.
While I never wish to stop learning, this year my focus is in the air.
In a recent webinar by Michael Hyatt, he shared that in order to make an impact on our dreams, we need to operate from within our “Discomfort Zones.”
He went on to say that fear, uncertainty, and doubt are emotions we should welcome, as they are positive indicators that we’ve crossed into the Discomfort Zone.
Well, isn’t that just all kinds of freeing? Rather than letting these seemingly negative emotions interrupt us, let us instead give a knowing grin, and keep on flying.
As this ground-loving girl is divinely escorted through Wings-R-Us, seamlessly altering her inmost vulnerabilities, I realize I can’t be the only one in need of some flight lessons this year.
So, friends, I’m excited to share my heart for Chasing Holiness in 2016. This year, I’ll be focusing on 12 practical attributes of the word “Fly” as monthly themes here on the blog.
Own, Arise, Calm, Confidence, Create, Accept, Free, Enough, Reach, Remember, Seek, and, this month’s theme, Jump.
I’ve saved you a seat by the window; I hope you’ll join me—right here in the Discomfort Zone—as we give wings to 2016.
Prepare for takeoff—this year, we soar.
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