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When it was over and they could talk about it
He said there's just one thing I have got to know
What in that moment when you were running so hard and fast
Made you stop and turn for home
She said I always knew you loved me even though I'd broken your heart
I always knew there'd be a place for me to make a brand new start
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
When it was over and they could talk about it
They were sitting on the couch
She said what on earth made you stay here
When you finally figured out what I was all about
He said I always knew you'd do the right thing
Even though it might take some time
She said, Yeah, I felt that and that's probably what saved my life
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to stay while we're working it out
So come with your love and wash over us
-Sara Groves
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Things like this never really end. I'm not going back to my 'old life,' thats not the point; I've made a new life, one that I can return to with some measure more understanding when it comes to just how small I am, and how I truly can do nothing on my own. God orchestrates the right moves to happen through others, just as they should, just when they should, so when I fiercely need a punch in the gut to curl up where I am so he can finally bandage up all my Other wounds to heal, there it is.
The point isn't me or my pain. It never has been. The point is so much bigger and so much smaller than me. As big as God, because ultimately, He's it; as small as life...because life starts small. It always ends somewhere between small and big and gets carried on into actuality. Not just eternity, but actually what we are, the way we are supposed to have always been.
God can work in either of these. He is not hindered by our breathing to work through us. If we only ever drew one breath and expired simply after that one, I suppose I believe He can still work through our Life as much as if we took a thousand, making many friends and having bore our own children.
God's infinity cannot be limited by our pain, our right or wrong actions, our belief or our disbelief. When He talked to Abraham, and even had He never done this, He is called 'I Am Who I Am.' I make God no more or less who He is. But I do choose in everything if I will simply share in the love that He gives, and the peace that He emanates, letting us know that no action, decision, or feeling, however great or small changes who He is, how much He loves us, and the fact that He is always waiting for us, simply calling us to be a part of who I AM. |
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Why can't you see
that freedom is sometimes just simply
another perspective away?
Who could you be, if your lens was changed for a moment
Would you still be the same?
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07-08-08 03:24pm EST
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there's some special kind of magic to getting to be the one who decides when you are ok to leave work for the day. i got to experience that magic today.
i pretty well enjoy being alive these days.
i like when God throws enough at me to twist me into a pretzel that leaves me a wreck and then leaves me peering between my legs upside down looking at a whole new perspective.
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this blog has been brought to you by proverbs 16.
the plans of my heart belong to me, but the real answer is from the Lord.
all the decisions i make seem like the best thing to me, but God knows my real motives.
it is better for me to have little or nothing and have it rightly, than to have what some may consider to be a lot and have gotten it the wrong way;
i think of all the ways i would like things to be, but ultimately God makes the best decisions and directs me rightly.
i may make choices based purely on chance, but if i trust in God and am trying to follow Him, there is no chance
(this is my paraphrase of verses 1-2, 8-9, and 33)
I used to ask all these questions about God's will and God taking care of people and never leaving them hungry if they trust in Him. It was something of a paradox. Do I actually believe that God never leaves people with faith in Him without what they need, like the Bible says?
Or do I, naturally then, believe that when people who profess to have faith in God actually starve to death or suffer grave things, that they don't actually have faith, because if they did, then wouldn't it make God out to be a liar?
This used to be a very difficult dilemma in my head. And then I realized some things.
obvious thing #1
we do not see the same way that God sees
obvious thing #2
it says God will give us what we need
not so obvious thing (which is such due to obvious thing #1)
when we are not receiving the "necessary" things in life, and we are dying, or suffering, or losing things, well....then, God has decided we do not need these things any longer. if i believe God will give me what i need until i die, and i begin to die of hunger, God must have decided that i don't need to be here anymore, and He is not leaving or forsaking me, but drawing me closer to Him, to the mercy seat.
do with that idea what you will, but it kind of blows my mind sometimes when i think about it |
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God was looking out for me years ago in my troubled times that I am experiencing now.
He prepared helpers for me then, for now.
Because God is always in the present tense.
He Is.
He says He will heal the broken...
PS: I am Not dying. I'm ok. I realize sometimes if I'm going through anything hard it sounds awful. I'm ok. I've got help. LOL |
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in a moment i am to remember again that i should always be ready for the journey home and never be too eager to hold onto anything here. i know that to live, assuming i do All i can to do it right, is Christ, and to die is truly gain-- but i will not deny there are moments i long to hold fast to the fleeting blessings of this life-- namely those with souls of passion, liveliness, and ethereal influence in my life.
of course if i could ever attempt to catalog in some vague form the ones who have so made the dim moments of this battle worth seeing through, it would be a grievously long task, coupled with the basic recognition that their impact can't sit on these pages; it resides most honestly in my public and private action, blooming there for others to see and in all my hopes, gain something from. i know i do not always act it and foolish pride sometimes convinces me otherwise, but i know i am truly nothing on my own, not in a dismal dark way, but in the most glorious way i can realize that i must die to myself if i am ever going to gain real living when i pass out of this meager flesh and bone house i live in. it is the masked gift there for us, so many choose to see it only for the face value of being sometimes invisible, trampled on, misunderstood, disadvantaged, poor, and the like...but surely we are pressed but not shaken, perplexed but not despairing, persecuted, but Never abandoned.
how is this the image of my life i let go of so often, when i know, at least for a time, when i truly encountered my own addictions and worst struggles, it was all i could hold fast to as being true and unfadingly faithful? it is a baffling thing to know where i let the glory of truth drift off to and it is, at the least, horrifying to know what i let take its place in my mind.
some wonderful thing in flying above the world and being only up here with mechanics, lists of complimentary drinks, and a few hundred strangers helps me to feel and remember i'm so much better off only in God's hands and even in a ball of fiery wreckage than a storm-tossed indecisive mess in a city of men wracked by political fights, disease, addiction, mental torment and petty hurt, that maybe sadder than anything, i have been both prey and predator of. Lord help me to remember to live in the New Jerusalem rather than any man-made reign or rule under this sun. let the foundation be build in the heart of your children and please forgive me when i go so far away and tear down those building blocks in others, letting the mass terrors of lies and hate take hold. You are not just an idealistic idea, You are the goal, You are clarity, and the most supreme Answer of Peace to any struggle in our less than settled hearts and minds. how great is the hurt of this world and yet we turn back to the blackness that seems familiar, because even bright light, when you are walking out of sheer darkness causes at least a moment of blindness. give us all the vivacity to see through those blinding seconds and give You our lives, with our hurts, so we can accept your help and provision.
i am still broken. i know until i can gain glory incorruptible i will be, but please take the broken pieces and help me share this beautiful healing process. You really are my Shepherd who provides everything i need, and when i walked through the darkest valley You never leave me. You made me.
I owe You .Everything. |
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