Five Minute Friday: Crowd

sunsetAs he makes his way across our country road, awaiting the flashing lights of the school bus, it’s been darker this week. Last Sunday’s time change has affected us in this and other ways.

This morning, though, I notice it’s already lighter at 7am than it was on Monday.

Because that’s how light works.

It keeps chipping away at the dark until the world is crowded with brightness.

At the end of each day, as darkness returns, the light does not surrender easily. It makes a display of itself. In sunsets. In the moon. In starscapes.

Because that’s what light does.

It keeps hanging on. And even just a bit of it is stronger than a bulk of darkness.

So when my soul feels crowded with darkness, the light is never far away.

The morning dawns, and the first break of it disperses the blackness. The light wiggles itself into every crevice until I am, again, bathed in a crowd of luminosity.

Because that’s what light does.

P.S. Looking at the above photo, I realize that it’s nearly impossible to determine whether this is a sunrise or a sunset. Because the image is ruled by the light, not by the direction in which is light is heading. Light always crowds out the rest.

 

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Playing with Funny Money

US_Currency-1246rxpEvery few years The Treasury Department has to add new security measures to our currency. The counterfeiters are getting better — the fakes harder to spot.

Some days I find I’m playing with funny money, too. Letting my mind be filled with counterfeit thoughts. Not enough. Too old. Too many mistakes made. Too small to make a difference. That’s just the way it is.

And the more I let these voices hang out in my head, the more they start to sound like the truth. The fakes are harder to spot.

I have learned, though, that when the FBI trains agents to identify counterfeit bills, they do not waste their time discussing all the ways a bill might be wrong. They only study the authentic bills. The truth.

Because when you soak yourself in what is Real, it’s easy to spot a Fake.

We are no different. We must let the truth of who we are so permeate our minds – our hearts – our spirits – that we brush off a lie like crumbs from a table. So intimately know the voice of our Shepherd that no wolf’s imitation will turn our head.

Think on these things. (Find more from the I Am List)

I AM – A Child of God (Romans 8:16)

I AM – Redeemed from the Hand of the Enemy (Psalm 107:2)

I AM – Forgiven (Colossians 1:13,14)

I AM – Saved by Grace through Faith (Ephesians 2:8)

I AM – Justified (Romans 5:1)

I AM – Sanctified (I Corinthians 6:11)

I AM – A New Creature (II Corinthians 5:17)

I AM – Partaker of His Divine Nature (II Peter 1:4)

I AM – Redeemed from the Curse of the Law (Galatians 3:13)

I AM – Delivered from Darkness (Colossians 1:13)

I AM – Led by the Spirit of God (Romans 8:14)

I AM – Free From All Bondage (John 8:36)

I AM – Kept in Safety Wherever I Go (Psalm 91:11)

I AM – Getting All My Needs Met by Jesus (Philippians 4:19)

 

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Red

The Gospel of Mark tells us she had been bleeding for 12 years. Tried every remedy. Consulted many doctors. Spent every penny to make it stop. It only got worse.

It must have felt hopeless.

And lonely. In those days she would have been banished for the bleeding. Her affliction as public as if she were wearing it as a scarlet letter upon her chest.

Marked Red. Unclean.

Sometimes I feel the same.

A constant affliction I can’t seem to shake. A public display of my imperfections. A wound of the soul. A bleeding of my joy. A constant flow of trying to fix it myself with any available remedy and every last resource.

Except one.

A touch of Jesus. The only one whose flow of blood can stop all the rest.

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Worship

When I turn to face You, this is worship.

When I pause in the middle of a busy moment, day, life — and notice the butterfly. Worship.

When I take 5 minutes to write instead of sleeping another 7. Worship.

When it’s not about me, and I let it be at least a little about You. When my mind won’t shake a song that holds the grain of truth I need to plant in the morning and water throughout the day.

When I smile at a stranger. Whisper a prayer for another. Give instead of receive.

You call it Worship.

I call it the place my heart is most at Rest.

Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing my Great Redeemer’s praise.
The glories of my God & King. The triumphs of His grace.

P.S. Read these words on worship, too, and stop worrying about how your worship looks. Perhaps the messy kind is best! http://emmaryandesign.blogspot.com/2013/08/worship.html#comment-form

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In Between

Sometimes a soul shatters all in one instant. A miscarriage. An accident. A break up.

But sometimes it breaks slowly. In little fragments over time. Unnoticeable slivers. Until one day you find its dust on everything you touch. A spirit flaking away. A frog boiled slowly.

I’ve known both kinds. You probably have, too.

So our souls are stitched together. Over and over again. And we’re all just a bunch of mended strands and threadbare patches.

Until we let His love and grace flow through the in between spaces. Making us whole.

And shatter-proof.

Indeed there will still be pain. And heart-ache. And moments where we feel broken all over again. He never promised there wouldn’t be.

But when the Giver of Life is your In Between, it’s safe to let the pieces fall. Only to discover He’s been holding them all along.

 

 

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