photo by Josh Bell Be brought alone into this quiet space. Let your thoughts float above your head, Let your emotions sit across from you and speak, See how their hands knead and fidget; Understand what spurs them to such motion And then welcome them back in to be felt in full. In this quiet space, breathe and move at your given pace, At the speed you need in these moments of recognition, Whether slow or a finally-in-motion thrust, Move as you must here where the air is clear. Step outside under the open sky, tilt your head back, Wonder at the blue wrapping around this world, At the air and gravity and motion keeping your feet on the ground, Breathe again, take your time, really take your time, There is grace to simply be alive. the critical point in a situation, process, or system beyond which a significant and often unstoppable effect or change takes place
Meriam Webster I've been shepherded to a point From which I do not want to return, For my Beloved has beckoned me, Has opened the eyes of my heart To the beauty of His love in such a way That numbness no longer has final say, For my heart has been made new. Love does not force, Love gives every opportunity. "Will you take another step with Me?" Yes, my love, I'll take another step, For you have always been trustworthy, You have always been faithful, You have always been honest, giving freely. At every step the cost is everything, again, For there is no resurrection Without real and full death. Die daily to live abundantly, Die daily to taste and see That the daily bread of His presence is good, Die daily and find Him worthy who died once for all. My long-suffering Love, You forgave my debt of five thousand, So I choose to steward these five talents well, You saved me from sin, From the bondage of self-centeredness, You choose to regard me through yourself. My Lord, I bend to your sovereignty, I yield to the way you see, I step forth in this desolate place And let your love unravel the graveclothes That have swallowed me until now Now, let what is mortal be swallowed up By life. mis pies van con gracia
porque la luz de paz está mi compañero esta luz no cambia con las preguntas de mi corazon esta luz tiene lo mismo calma y alegría hoy como se muestrado todos los dias antes las preguntas de mi corazon frequentamente traen dolor y es dificil para mi quiero estar una persona de esperanza quiero llevar la luz fielmente como la luz me sostiene spirito santo, la luz que no cambia, gracias para tu presencia gracias para tu paciencia la confianza en que descansas me enseña mucho siempre vas con fe Gentle
God unafraid of my mess You are gentle with me In the process I try to stir myself up With Joshua's call To be strong and courageous You remind me Your Presence is all my strength You are my refuge and Rock The hard place in which I hide You remind me It is in the wound on Your side Where You were pierced Innocent One In that open wound from which blood And water flowed freely In that place is where I am held daily For You are God unafraid of my mess When You come Fear runs So let these cracks in my heart open wider Be exposed To let Your Spirit flow within me To let Your light pour out from my brokenness Like Lazarus may I wait in death For Your perfect deliverance You are compassionate You are compassionate God with me in suffering God incarnate in pain You are compassionate And full of grace You are gentle Your gentleness Holds me even here there is mold growing behind the mirror I look in every morning,
so with a great crash you allowed it to fall. no longer is death allowed to live in hidden spaces, no longer will a falsely clean reflection mask what lies behind, it is time for the real to be exposed, made known, let die. it is time for something new. I see you are busy about many things,
So I am asking you if, for a moment, You could release the work of your hands And simply sit with me? Take hold of my words, Martha, instead, Let them do the washing, feeding, and mending. Take hold of my gaze, Martha, Let it settle the restlessness of your heart. Behold me, Martha. Behold me. Be fully present in this stillness with me, Join your attention to mine. Martha, my fellowship is not a waste of time. Martha, it's in your busyness that you miss me. You are free to slow down for a moment, Find rest in me, I will call you up again, I am not forgetful of the work at hand, I am not forgetful of the time - Do you trust me? With your time? With your full attention? With your every sense of security? It is better to be still and know that I am God. The faithful, Martha, are those who open their hearts to me continually, who respond to my call to seek my face. Martha, you know my face. I look on you with love. |
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