Saturday, February 24, 2007

Held


There's a song I've been mulling over for months. Held, by Natalie Grant, grabbed my heart & wrung it out from the very 1st listen. It's a song about God's promise to hold us when things go devastatingly wrong, even though we've prayed & believed for God's intervention. We hold up our flag of faith, hoping & believing that God will honor it; accept it and change the course, averting a dreadful outcome looming before us.

The beginning of the song has thrown me off for months. Can I sing something so personal? Songs that deeply reach my hurt, providing an avenue of healing in me...those are the songs I want to sing out loud. Some are appropriate for "church" singing and some are more private. But I've been going back & forth over this one for months. Early this week as I left my friend's house...I was really moved by the ache that hides behind the smile; the struggle to "keep it together". Something in me broke & I realized that though the tragedy may not bear the same name, the heartbreak is resident nonetheless.

In Held, a mother holds her premature child before the throne, seeking to ascertain the provision for healing that was made when Christ took upon His body the stripes for our healing...that's what it says "by His stripes we are healed". Healing didn't come for this child or the weeping mother praying over him.

I've never lost a child...I can't even fathom that heartache. But most of us have held something up before the throne, imploring God to move on our behalf or on behalf of someone we love. Yesterday, I was overcome with more than emotion, but moved to intercession as my aches for the loss, fear & anger that is in the face of folks I care about. God reminded me of this song...then it all became clear.
As Natalie was singing about this baby...I was praying for the pending divorce; the pregnancy that just won't come; the cancer that just won't go; the 251 steps my friend took last week; the anger of a child who's father is not a dad; the lonely one in prison; the one with a confirmed diagnosis; the child who's strayed from God & the parent that weeps for him to return; the one who's watched her mother waste away to nothing & then die; the one who suddenly lost a parent without opportunity to say goodbye; the stroke that's robbed this one; the gunshot that's killed that one & the wife/new baby left behind; the absent loved one defending another's freedom; the refugee longing for safety & security; the home wrecked by infidelity; the regretted abortion; the lost job; the lost dream; the one struggling to find herself anew in the ashes of rape & violation...these are just a few of the people I know, that I love & even one or two of my own heartaches. We each have our own story & accompanying pain; a song of heartbreak & hope for healing; for a better tomorrow.

Despite preparing another song entirely, I sang Held tonight. If it touched one heart...that's what it's all about~ Is this a good place to interject that God is not put out, ticked off or offended by our anger, pain or questions? He's not surprised by our screaming & our doubt. His love is not thwarted by our finger pointing & blaming. He simply & lovingly holds us through the storm. And we survive~

HELD
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling

Who told us we’d be rescued
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it’s unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held

If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held

Friday, February 23, 2007

hee hee hee

Saw this on a fellow Xanga blogger's post~

One sunny day in 2008, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue, where he'd been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, "I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton."

The Marine replied, "Sir, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn't reside here."

The old man said, "Okay," and walked away.

The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, "I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton".

The Marine again told the man, "Sir, as I said yesterday, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn't reside here."

The man thanked him and again walked away . . .

The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying "I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton."

The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, "Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mrs. Clinton. I've told you already several times that Mrs. Clinton is not the President and doesn't reside here. Don't you understand?"

The old man answered, "Oh, I understand you just fine. I just love hearing your answer!"

The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, "See you tomorrow."

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Make me over~

Tonight was the 4th night in a row Gracie's fallen asleep in the car on the way home from somewhere... babysitter, praise rehersal... SOMETHING. I've had to put her to bed in her clothes...what a bear if I wake her up. Tonight was the 2nd night I've fallen asleep in my clothes, laying down with her with my coat shed at the foot of the bed. What a week thus far but Friday is a work at home day. The weekend is busy as well singing in three services. Though it is for sure a privilege. Only 4 more days this week. Only 10 more weeks to go in this semester...Make me over in this place...in this time~

This is what my heart is singing these days....hope to share it with
CLC this weekend. To be more like Him.....a reflection of Jesus.


MAKE ME OVER by Natalie Grant

I've been silent instead of speaking up
Gave my advice instead of giving love
I have been unfair, faithless and unkind
I have shut my eyes just so i would stay blind
It's not what i meant to do
Cause i wanna honor you

CHORUS
Make me over, make me new
Make me a mirror, a reflection of you
Take me all apart
Take me to your heart and pull me closer
Oh, Jesus, make me over

Take away the pride that whispers in the dark
Take the stone out of the middle of my heart
Hidden underneath my insecurities
Is the servant that you've destined me to be
But day after precious day
I get in my own way

Make me over, make me new
Make me a mirror, a reflection of you
Take me all apart
Take me to your heart and pull me closer
Sweet savior, make me over

I am only made of your imagining
I'm dust and clay on the wind
Wash me in the river of your sacrifice
Until i'm changed, purified
Take me all apart
Take me to your heart and pull me closer
My Jesus, make me over
Make me over

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Sweetie Pies & Cutie Patooties

We're snowed in today with drifts about 4 feet high and power was out for a little while. We kept warm by baking some chocobanana monkey bread. Yum!

Gracie & I have been reading love notes sent from our friends (WE LOVE Hoops & Yoyo!) as well as her little Valentine books. Our favorite is Mac Lucado's "God Thinks You're Wonderful!" Here's a bit of this love letter from the Savior~



God is fond of you. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. If He had a refrigerator, your picutre would be on it.
1 Kings 10:9 Blessed be the Lord your God who has delighted in you...

It might be difficult for you to believe, but God knows your name. He has it written on His hand. Spoken by His mouth. Whispered by His lips.
Isaiah 49:16 I have written your name on my hand.

Never forget...that you aren't an accident or an incident...you are a gift to the world, a divine work of art signed by God.You were knit together. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on this earth by the Master Craftsman.
Psalm 139:13 You knit me together in my mother's womb.


AND the following exerpt is originally from Pinch My Salt but I saw it on Singinole's site. Too good not to share~

And finally, I’d like to end this on a serious note. Today is a day when people who are in a relationship feel pressured to go overboard to prove their love through showerings of silly, and often ridiculously expensive, heart-shaped gifts while those who aren’t in a relationship feel shunned by a culture that still places so much importance on being part of a couple. Some couples
will probably get in fights today because one of them didn’t do enough to prove their affection while some single people are sitting at home crying because today is nothing but one giant reminder that they are missing out on everything in life because they haven’t yet found Mr. or Ms. Right. And what I’m writing isn’t going to change any of it. But, for a minute, can we stop
and think about the fact that people all over the world, right now as you’re reading this, are dying. Women are losing their husbands, men are losing their wives, children are losing their parents and perhaps worst of all, parents are losing their children.

What is most important is not that you remember to buy big presents for the ones you love. What is important is that they know how you feel every day. Because in this world, you never know which day will be the last. We all have someone to love, whether it’s a parent, child, friend, or lover. Call them today and let them know.

Please, by all means, celebrate love. But remember to do it every day. Happy Valentine’s Day!

"Celebrate love. But remember to do it every day" ...Good advice~
Happy Valentine's Day~

Saturday, February 10, 2007

'Tis the season~

Cough...sneeze...sniffle...sputter...ick~ yep, we're up on road to recovery from a nasty winter cold & cough. Thankfully, we're on the upswing now after over a week at home. I worked for a bit yesterday...hated to get Gracie out in the burr...itter cold...what 'cha gonna do? Wow~ I miss people when Im shut up inside...how I appreciate those who notice we're missing from the game & check in on us. Thanks~

Not much to update...Grace & I watched our very 1st full length on football game - on purpose with snacks even. :o) Now, I don't know much about football and granted, if the Bears weren't in it and all my other friends were not doing the whole Superbowl Party..I would not have thougth twice to watch even a tiny bit of a game. That is, unless we happen to be somewhere it's on & there's a rucus or something about a play, call, etc. But all my friends were partying somewhere...at least the 1st minute of the game...and Chicago was playing and for the sake of water cooler talk...so to speak... it was as good a time as ever to watch my first game. I would venture a guess that it was a good game, kept my interest and Gracie did a few cheers between coughs, sneezes spits & sputters. I was most impressed by the apparent integrity of the coaches and smiled widely at the end when millions of folks heard the glory given to God. Wow! I loved that part!

School...well, to tell the truth I haven't even logged into my classes for the past week...scared to see what I've missed. My practicum...out sick but making up a missed day on Tuesday...gotta get those hours in for sure! Church...so excited tomorrow is the lauch of our Shorewood campus! Whooo hoooo! Just found out Gracie's favorite Sunday School teacher is part of the lauch team...Bye Miss Laura. We miss you already! Anyway...it's exciting to think about what good things God is up do in us, to us, through us and with us.

Speaking of God in us...K. left a comment on my 101 Ways to Praise Your Kid via email, reminding me of a an old Sunday School song with a few things I can add to my list of praises.

I Am A Promise

I am a promise
I am a possibility
I am a promise with a capital "P"
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
And I am learnin' to hear God's voice
And I am tryin' to make the right choice
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.

I can go anywhere that He wants me to go
I can be anything He wants me to be
I can climb the high mountains
I can cross the wide sea
I'm a great big promise you see!

I am a promise
I am a possibility
I am a promise with a capital "P"
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
And I am learnin' to hear God's voice
And I am tryin' to make the right choice
I'm a promise to be anything God wants me to be
Anything God wants me to be!