Tuesday, April 15

My Cup Overflows, Psalm 23

I'm sharing art at Pick Your Portion today. 
Pick Your Portion is an effort in sitting at the Lord’s feet, listening to his teaching. Our aim is to provide a pause among the everyday fragments of life, reminding ourselves and others to stop and long for God’s voice as it echoes all around.

I love Psalm 23. 
All of it.
The Lord is my Shepherd 
(The lover of my soul.)

He makes me lie down in green pastures.
(I go kicking and screaming.) 

He leads me beside quiet waters.
(After I throw a little tantrum.) 

He restores my soul.
(When I take the time to sit and listen and submit and let go.)

He provides for our every need, 
thankfully not for our every want. 
He fills up our broken cups to overflowing 
and pours out his goodness and love.

Thank you, Lord.
Thank you that you use our brokenness 
to reveal your glory.


Monday, April 14

Thoughts on Palm Sunday: Lord, take me where I really don't want to go. John 21:18

The Paradox of Palm Sunday: 
The downward path to the abundant life

This year I chose to focus on this verse:  

It came from a nagging feeling that God has a deeper, richer life for me than the one I am choosing to live right now. Not one out there, somewhere far away, but a life right here, in my mess and my laundry and my marriage and my parenting and my fatigue and my brokenness. Right here where I already am. So my prayers have been,

Lord show me the abundant life that you promise.
Show me why you came. Give me eyes to see and
Ears to hear and a heart to be willing to go where you need
to take me to experience the abundant life in you and you alone.
I need you to lead me and guide me and take me there.

It’s kind of a scary prayer. I know that the abundant life Jesus calls me to looks completely different than anything I could ask or imagine. And it’s scary to let go of everything that makes me comfortable, so that I don’t need God, so that I can be in a place where I need God. Or should I say, a place where I am aware of my desperate need for him each and every moment of the day.

I was rereading one of my favorite books of all time: In the Name of Jesus by Henri Nouwen. I first read it in college and it shaped and formed the way I think about life with Jesus. He talks about the path of downward mobility, a path so radically different than the path the world preaches.

I tell you the truth, when you were young,
you were able to do as you liked;
you dressed yourself and
went wherever you wanted to go.
But when you are old, you will stretch out your hands,
 and others will dress you and
take you where you don't want to go.

John 21:18

The way of the Christian is not the way of upward mobility in which our world has invested so much, but the way of downward mobility ending at the cross. This might sound morbid and masochistic, but for those who have heard the voice of the first love and said yes to it, the downward-moving way of Jesus is the way to the joy and the peace of God, a joy and peace that is not of this world.

Powerlessness and humility do not refer to people who have no spine…They refer to people who are so deeply  in love with Jesus that they are ready to follow him wherever he guides them, always trusting that, with him, they will find life and find it more abundantly.

In the Name of Jesus, Henri Nouwen

And here we are on Palm Sunday. A day full of paradox.
The creator of the universe riding on the back of a borrowed donkey.
The creator of life determinedly choosing to move toward his death.
It is only in his death that we find life.
It is only in our poverty that we discover the riches of God.
It is only in our uncomfort that we can truly rest in the comfort that only God provides.
It is only in allowing ourselves to be led where we do not want to go,
that we will end up in our true home..

It is so backwards, so foreign. I don’t get it. I don’t have to.
 I just have to be willing to let go of my life so that He can 
lead me into the abundant life He came to give. 
I can’t stay where I am and move forward at the same time. 
I can’t cling to my couch and move into his faith and trust and life at the same time.
This is my prayer for you and for me, that we would be willing to go where we do not want to go, so that we can experience the abundant life that he lived and died to give us.

Happy Palm Sunday, friends.


Sunday, April 6

March Stone Collective: Isaiah 49:16

The Stone Collective is a community making much of Jesus as we create art, photography, prose, poems or music that commemorate the wonderful things God does in our life. Based on the passage in 1 Samuel 7:12-14, each month we will collect Ebenezer Stones as a regular practice in the art of worship via our creativity. Want to join in on The Stone Collective? Create your own Stone and link up to LIVE IT OUT! Blog. #TheStoneCollective


Hi friends, It is was the end of the month and time for the stone collective: 

Where we stop to remember: 
What God has done and
What He is doing and 
Who he is and 
Who he has made us and 
How he provides every. single. day.
because I forget. 

And I'm late to the party, but I'm here.
Ebeneezer means: The Lord has helped us. 
This month God was in the small moments of parenting. Helping me.
Most of my prayers were for patience and wisdom and energy to make it through the day.
Being a parent is so humbling, and constantly kicks me on my &*?@, 
especially when I think things are going well. 

This month's stone is for the littles.
A reminder of how God has brought me to this place of being called "mamma"
and continues to carry me through each day.
The reminder that ultimately, my babes aren't mine, they're his. 
I get them for a little while, but He has them on the palms of his hand for eternity.

See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands;
    your walls are ever before me.

Isaiah 49:16

May I remember this reality and not take myself or my parenting too seriously.
May I remember to giggle and tickle and play trains and make projects, 
and kick the ball and chase them around the yard, 
and hear what they are saying to me.
May I never, ever think that I can do one day of this colossal job
without the Lord's mercy and leading and guiding and grace and wisdom.