Friday, June 29, 2007

Inside and Out

You foolish people! Did not the one who made the outside make the inside also?

In Luke, Jesus says to the Pharisees

Hey Pharisees,
Who you are on the outside? My father made that.
Who you are on the inside? That was him too.



Since sometime around January, I think, God has been teaching me to love who I am on the outside.

To the point that for a period I deliberately stopped wearing make-up, purposely set my alarm later to keep myself from thinking much at all about what I would wear that day, and wore my hair back, basically only brushed, for weeks.

I felt plain at best
Like a boy at worst

I've definately never worn much make-up to start with, been a fashion icon in any sense, or overly concerned myself with what was popular this day or that one, but I didn't realize just how much I was concerned with what people thought of how I looked or how much of my self-esteem was based in what boy smiled at me or what girl said I looked cute that day.

And I don't think there was anything wrong with any of the things I've had to generally renounce for a while, at least not until I relied on them to make me who I was.

And as the days and weeks and months have gone on
God has changed my heart and mind
And I've learned that Jesus loves me
That I really am beautiful just the way I am

And I've always known that, don't get me wrong
But as well as I may have known it, I don't think I believed it



So reading that verse last week in Luke came with a big realization.

In context, Jesus is telling the Pharisees that God created the outside and the inside and cares about both--that they're living right as far as people can see, but living for people to see isn't living at all--that they're following all the right rules and doing all the right things, but their hearts aren't right.

But that same truth, that God created me inside and out, took on new meaning.

I've learned to love the outside God created
What about the inside?

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Ephesians 4:26

I won’t sleep tonight
I’m trekking the world ‘round
Going west
Following the banner of the sun

I can’t let it set tonight
It’s burning red
Threatening to spark the horizon
With blazing fury

As far as east from west
I am forgiven
Still I’m chasing that red burning sun
To the end of direction

Monday, June 18, 2007

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there

Margarette died.

It hasn't been the best day.


I know God is taking care of me.
But I still, often, feel very . . .

Very alone.



No poetic language
Or scripted line
Not camera angles
Special effects
Gifted players
Or voice raised in lyric
With melody entwined

Can turn fiction real

It is those places we have been
Those sights we have seen
This emotion of our lives
That when there displayed
Resonates within

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

[I think I'm going to use brackets in this post]

I feel like I'm on the verge of something big.


Scary? Oh hecks yes.
Exciting? You bet.

What is it? Lord knows.

[Seriously, the Lord knows]
And that's what makes it so scary and exciting.



On a different note:
This summer has worked out so strangely
Thus far, anyhow.

[I wouldn't have it any other way.]


In Revelation, God says that when He opens a door, no one can shut it.
Not even when I turn my back and walk away, can I shut that door.
Nothing is too big for Christ. Nothing.
None of my shortcomings, none of my regrets, nothing.

So as often in the past few weeks as I've looked back and wished
I could redo
Or undo
So many things about the way I've lived my life
I know that nothing I can do can shut a door God has opened.
Nothing I do can change the perfection of His plans.

In Ephesians, Paul says that Jesus fills everything in every way.
That blows my simple little mind.
I think that is the most beautiful image of who Christ is.
I've been working for about a week now to find some way to communicate
In written word or paint or even coherent thought
The wonder that image evokes.

He fills everything in every way.
[Liz]

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Funny Enough

"Junk in = junk out."
I know, yea, blah blah blah, sure.

But truth be told, I really have to watch what I listen to.

As silly or cliche as it may seem, somedays the perfect melody is all it takes to have me doodling hearts and mrs. so-and-sos.

And I promise you, I promise that

I'll run away with you

I'll run away with you


Just the right song at just the right time, and my goodbyes are scripted, my bags packed, and my future awaiting.