Come Up Higher

Newness

So I finished a painting today
And am closing in on the end of a chapter of the thrilling page turner entitled, "My Life"
I finalized part one of a two part project the Lord placed on my heart a year ago
These long strides, fruit of a richness I find in my heart these days.
A freedom from timidity
There is NO backing down
No holding back
I throw myself in
passion not withheld
Expectation of what this next year will bring

"Where the Spirit of the Lord is ..."

I will go before you
and will level the mountains;
I will break down gates of bronze
and cut through bars of iron.

I will give you the treasures of darkness,
riches stored in secret places,
so that you may know that I am the LORD,
the God of Israel, who summons you by name.

Isaiah 45:2-3

Dance On

February, 2010

Know that you are healed.

Know that you are healed...

I am healed.

Am I healed?

Desperately I long for it

But am I willing to let go?

To let go of the brokenness that had defined me

Exchange pity for love

To take on a new identity

Is it really new or has it been all along?

Jesus come

I yearn for it- my heart and flesh cry out for freedom

From fear, from intimidation, from judgement-

I've been freed

To intimately experience the heart and the face of the living God

To move in tune

To hear the rhythms of His heart

And dance

To be known inside and out

To be free

I've gotten tastes of freedom- I've been freed

But I've found myself time and time again back in the shackles from which I had been freed

But no more- no more.

For me, for my generation- for others, for the generation to come- for my children, for my children's children I press on

To love, and to be loved

To trust and to enjoy being trusted

To shout aloud to contend

To take back

To lay hold

To hold on

And I will dance in celebtation of what's been done

And what is yet to come

Change My Heart

So you know those people who when they get online, you can't help but roll your eyes... I was so passive talking with someone tonight, I could've just cried. I did not want to chat with her, but something kept me there. She starts to pour out her heart... JESUS???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS????? walls go up inside me, I start doing something else online. I don't want to touch this with a ten foot pole. Why? Pride and Fear mostly. What if what I say isn't enough? she keeps sharing. Desperately crying out for help. So i pray, and God gives me the words, a heart for her, and a lesson in humility along with it... because freedom was brought to this young woman's life. YEP, inner healing happens over the internet- but it's all Jesus, and not me. It is his compassion for this child of his (The Lord knows I didn't have any to offer when we started.)

Jesus, take this heart, purify its motives, that my heart would be where yours is