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Monthly Archives: May 2011

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Called to Sit

I sit on my couch, coffee in hand, and we talk. He called me here for some reason today, and my spirit, His Spirit in me, will not let me ignore it somehow. So I sit. And I ask Him what He wants of this time. Why He called me here now. I’ve got so much to do. Is this really what You want?

Then He shows me the buds just outside the window behind the couch. The ones I hadn’t noticed until now. Their pinkish-whitish-beige-ish petals raised up in praise to the One Who made them and Who sustains them and lures them out of hiding even in the rain and the clouds of early May. And my breath catches as He points out the contrast of the buds against the stark white cloud-covered sky.

Just then a bird catches my eye as it soars way above the tallest pine by the road, and my soul sings praise to the One Who brought me here. My spirit soars with adoration for The Creator because of a bird doing what it was designed to do. Using it wings to go about its day. And I wonder if my living, my daily going-about could possibly do the same.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”      Psalm 19:1-4

Learning to Run

The clouds cover and drip and move around to allow a glimpse of what they hide. And the blue sky above peeks through long enough for barely a breath before returning to hiding.  And I wonder how long. How much longer?

I turn the corner and my eyes find my next goal. I will run to the stop sign. Then I’ll catch my breath and pick up the pace again.

And I am learning to run. Becoming a runner.

And somehow as the soles of my shoes touch every foot of five miles, my soul learns too. I grasp for the energy to finish that stretch, and He whispers His pleasure at my faithfulness, even as He shows me a picture of the hope of blue sky that, although hiding, still remains. And He reminds me of His own enduring faithfulness. His faithful endurance.

I turn left at the stop sign and discover a hill. It’s steep. Good thing I’m walking now. I wonder if He hates hills as much as I do.

I started learning in January so I could (mostly) run a 10k in two weeks. To help rescue kids whose parents sell them for sex. To save children in Southeast Asia from destitution and more evil than my stomach can handle. Because running a 10k is a tangible way to get on board with the Father’s plan to save orphans. I have trained for three months and have yet to enjoy the running.

But today He lets me smell the pleasure. And as I round the next curve and pick up the pace again, I realize how good it feels. This running. I smile and think how thankful I am for this moment. Finally. Because sometimes when I know He’s called me to do something, it’s fun and easy to answer. But this time it’s been harder. Not as much fun. 

Until today.

And my feet keep the beat of the song of praise that He teaches me to sing. The new song He gave me for this run.

13. learning to run and praise God all at the same time

14.  sister-friends to share life with

15. the flower-disguise of purple and yellow weeds in my yard

16. glimpses of sunlight and bright blue sky

17. evidence of the Father’s work in a little girl’s heart

18. finding my sweet spot

19. early morning cartoons

20. six-year-old fingers wrapped around mine

21. remembering

22. new songs

23. skinny vanilla lattes

24. friends who celebrate the day I was born