change of view

 

its funny how over time view changes

how we see ourselves.

how we see others.

how we see “things” in general.

i’m finding the longer that i walk with the Lord the more I see through His eyes.

i guess this is what “working out your salvation” really means.

not taking pieces of the Word to see what fits my life…but looking at things again and again from different angles till i see it His way.

view…what do i see when i see the hurting? the “lost”? the broken? the mourning among us?

what do i see?

there was a time when i saw what i wanted to see…judgement being an instinct.

and then mercy happened. (see definition)

i asked God to show me people  like He sees them.

so often i’ve gotten that part wrong too, but i think i’m finally starting to see it slightly more His way than mine.

looking at His kids like i look at my own.

loving them…crying with them…laughing with them…offering a hand up and a shoulder to cry on.

cause isn’t that what Jesus did?

i think that’s what loving the least of these looks that.

not judging them for their ick or even trying to fix it.

but just giving them something to eat, something to drink, clothing them, looking after and visiting them.

cause let’s face it…WE ALL HAVE ICK!

“There is no one righteous, not even one;
    there is no one who understands;
    there is no one who seeks God.
All have turned away,
    they have together become worthless;
there is no one who does good,
    not even one.

instead let’s love and THEN help others keep out of the icky puddles.

not because we’re better…but because we know that this view is!

 

brave.

BRAVE

 

i’m not

i guess i should say, i’m not most of the time.

because when it comes to my kids, i am.

i have to be.

it’s like when i get sick first and then they catch it, i can’t be sick anymore because they need me.  maybe bravery is like that.

I am brave because they cant be.

i have a friend who wrote something phenomenal. she was brave to say what she said. to relive some things in order to heal.

she’s brave!

i’m married to a man who goes to work with mostly women everyday. he’s brave!

am i brave for me though?

are you?

bravery as a choice…i guess so. everything else in this life is.

my youngest asked me about death:

“what happens to your body?”

“you are a soul with a body love. not the other way around.”

“what’s a soul?”

“it’s who are inside your head.”

?

“if i cut your toe off you’d still be you.”

“hehehe”

brave is answering the hard questions.

speaking to those who need my bravery, so they can choose bravery in this moment too.

birdsong

birds on wire with moon

Birds.

i was laying there in bed doing my best to go back to sleep and get my stolen hour back, but i couldn’t.

have you ever noticed that all bird song sounds different?

beautifully different.

as i listened, I was trying to single out each sound. trying to think of which little feathered fiend friend was making which sound. and the more i heard the more annoyingly distracting each one became.

but then i realized that if i just listened and didn’t think i just heard beauty.

so in my sleepy mind, i started to think  of praise.

i don’t know what kind of bird makes each sound, but the CREATOR does. and He can differentiate between them all.

maybe we sound like that when we praise Him.

maybe we are all birds wanting to be heard for our own distinct sound.

just birds filling our lungs with air so we can praise HIM with our own song.

so I wonder what He hears .

there were times Sunday morning where it was too much.     Shut the window or listen?

then times when i’d try to match their pitch in my head. and mimic them.

oh how i do that so often…with people!

rather than making my own joyful noise and worshiping and living the way He has created me to, i mimic my fellow saints.

do you do that?

then my “ahhh” came.

God doesn’t just listen for a moment then turn  away.

He doesn’t ever close the “window.”

He doesn’t get annoyed at my song when it comes, even if it were possible for it to come at an inopportune time.

He delights in my song.

He can’t  get enough!
He Waits for it even.
He is enthralled by me!

He pursues me…sometimes as  Romancer,
sometimes as Abba daddy,
sometimes as Friend.

He’s always listening for more.

like the avid bird watcher, He seeks out my  song.
delights in my voice. thinks me unique and oh so special.

so i’m going to let you in on what He taught me at 6am Sunday morning:

Whether owl or duck or sparrow you fit!
you fit for who you are and were created to be!
you are never an annoyance to Him but beautiful for your uniqueness.

And like a declawed cat in a window,  the enemy has no power to escape the bounds the Creator has set.

You are safe with Jesus!

You are enough…you are the singer of beautiful songs.

YOU ARE ENOUGH!!