Thursday, November 30, 2006

Lil Ole Me...

From Psalm 18...

For the choir director: A psalm of David, the servant of the LORD. He sang this song to the LORD on the day the LORD rescued him from all his enemies and from Saul. He sang:

I love you, LORD; you are my strength.
The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my savior;
my God is my rock, in whom I find protection.
He is my shield, the power that saves me,
and my place of safety.

I called on the LORD, who is worthy of praise,
and he saved me from my enemies.

The ropes of death entangled me;
floods of destruction swept over me.

The grave wrapped its ropes around me;
death laid a trap in my path.

But in my distress I cried out to the LORD.
Yes, I prayed to my God for help.

He heard me from his sanctuary.
My cry to him reached his ears.


The earth quaked and trembled.

The foundations of the mountains shook.
They quaked because of his anger.
Smoke poured from his nostrils.
Fierce flames leaped from his mouth.
Glowing coals blazed forth from him.
He opened the heavens and came down.
Dark storm clouds were beneath his feet.

The LORD thundered from heaven.
The voice of the Most High resounded amid the hail.
His lightning flashed... and then...

He reached down from heaven and rescued me.
He drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me.
He led me to a place of safety.
He rescued me because he delights in me.

Me? Lil ole me?
He sees my distress.
He hears my cries.
He comes thundering from heaven.
His brilliance breaks through the clouds. Lightning.

He reaches down from heaven and rescues me. Lil ole me.
He draws me out of the water.
He leads me to a safe place.
He rescues me. Lil ole me.

Because he delights in me. Lil ole me.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

"In Everything, Give Thanks"

I've taken some time today to think about this.... "in everything, give thanks" (1 Thess. 5:18).

in... this little word doesn't mean "after" or "when it all makes sense"... it means while it is happening. I am so not good at this. THat means when my foot hurts and the kids are screaming and Hubby isn't home yet, and I'm exhausted and it's three hours til... give thanks? Really??? In the middle of everything, whatever is happening, I should be willing to give thanks.

everything... does this mean what I think it does? How is this possible? In everything? Even when... my baby has an unknown future because of things that happened before I ever met him. Or when my sweet niece or the son of a friend aren't here with us when they should be. Or when a little guy has cancer. Or, or, or... how does it look and feel to be thankful in every situation?

give... this one I get, maybe. God doesn't beg us to give him glory for anything. It is our response to his goodness, in spite of what we see as tough circumstances in which we find ourselves. Giving happens when there's no expectation that you'll get, and no, absolutely no expectation that in the gift, you'll get something in return.

thanks... what is it, really? This is what I want to find out. We talk about giving thanks, showing gratitude, but really, what does it mean to live with an underlying gratitude for all that we have...

In Everything Give Thanks... this is how I want to live. But how?

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Day One

Today, I decided. I need a place in the middle of the common, everyday things to find some sacred space. Why here? Well, I come here. I write. It's what I do in times when I get a minute to breathe. And I want to breathe. And rest. And learn. And know that God, the God I trust to the very depths, is speaking and even more, that I am listening. So here I am. I don't know where this is heading but I do know... He will meet me here, to help me in ...

Finding Sacred in the Common Things