Thoughts from Inside the Curtain

I was washing the dirt and chlorine from hair, the effects of a long but fun day spent at Splash Town with a few girls from the youth group, when I began to reflect on the hour or so spent in the lazy river. I was amazed at the ease of floating with the current and the difficulty of trying to swim against it. My relationship, as of late with God, has been like the latter; fighting and battling with Him on many issues that would be better left to His care.

I desire to be patient but don't want to wait for "His timing" on guiding me towards a career.

I want to pursue Him, but long to be pursued by a man like Pride and Prejudice's Mr. Darcy.

I attempt to trust Him, but at the first sight of trouble, take matters into my own hands.

I want to serve Him and love Him, but end up serving things of the world and loving myself first.

Ah, but isn't that the beauty of our weakness and God's power? No matter how we fight against Him, God always reveals that His timing is best, God continues to pursue us, God proves His trustworthiness, and God never ceases loving us.

Showers are as emotionally cleansing as they are physically. The water was running a bit cooler, and I was toying with the idea of ending my time from inside the shower curtain when this little poem popped into my head. Hope you enjoy it.

I'll wade in the waves of forgiveness,

I'll swim with the current of grace.

You'll wrap me tightly in Your unending love,

And warm me in the light of Your face.

Often I Have an Orchestra in My Heart

Who hasn't been so overcome by emotion, that they do this? haha



I love Pushing Daisies. I hate that ABC cancelled it.

Beloved

A Poem Inspired by Ezekiel 16

"Beloved," He calls me to the shore.

What lies of the world have led me to this,
away from my Father's eternal bliss?

He clothed me in linens and jewels and gold,
yet I handed them over to be carelessly sold.

I ran from the love who made me clean,
who put a crown on my head and made me a queen.

Alone and afraid, I've surrendered to sin,
naked and filthy; broken within.

"Beloved," He calls me closer still.

A glimmer of hope I see in plain sight,
my King has come to make me pure white.

Calling me softly, I hear His sweet song,
that whispers He's been here all along.

With each step I take in this healing water,
I hear my Father calling me farther.

The soft rolling waves rush over me,
my sins wash away, now I'm free.

His voice echoes down from the sky above,
"Beloved, be still,"
and I
wade
in
His
love.