Soaking in the Ocean

You call me out upon the waters

The great unknown where feet may fail

And there I find You in the mystery

In oceans deep

My faith will stand

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders

Let me walk upon the waters

Wherever You would call me

Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander

And my faith will be made stronger

In the presence of my Savior

Hillsong United- Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)

 

 

I am soaking in this song.  I love the imagery it contains.  I understand the feeling conveyed as Christ calls us out upon the waters.  It’s so many things- wild amazement mixed with unhindered trust and supernatural hope.  I must relinquish all that I know about keeping my feet on solid ground.

 

It’s a moment of exceptional invitation.  I don’t know about you, but sometimes I need coaxing and unfortunately, some days I refuse.  But this time, I’ve taken his hand and followed his lead.  I am standing together, with Christ, in a place that defies natural limitations.  I don’t quite know how we got out here in the ocean anyway.  One moment he’s talking to me on the shore and the next moment we’re in the middle of something really deep.  It’s frighteningly glorious!

 

When I picture this I see the dark of night creeping in, I feel the splash of waves against my body and I’m lead only by the light in his eyes.  It takes everything inside me to deny the infringement of external elements and focus solely on Jesus.

 

But it is fun—he is wild joy and I am free.

 

I want to know him like that.  I want to trust without borders, directed only by the sound of his voice.  Everyday Jesus offers this opportunity.  Each decision either brings me to the water or keeps me on dry land.  I want him to take me deeper than I could wander.  My heart is desperate for him.  He shows me how to dance upon the water; it’s this place where many would say (and sometimes I’ve told myself) I don’t belong.

 

My faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior.

 

Jesus- Would you make me strong enough to run out onto the waters with you, no reservations, just free to be where you are calling me?

 

 

Joy in a Million Drops of Rain

Today marks the 6th anniversary of the day my word caved in; the great collide between good and evil.  In my life, good is winning.  I’m held within the continual embrace of Christ, who thrills my heart, renews my mind, and restores my spirit in a variety of extraordinary ways.  Yesterday afternoon, as I thought about my journey—the harshness life and death, mixed with the beautiful reality of God’s redemptive plan, I saw a picture.  One solitary page lay before me, a journal entry etched in tones of black on white, the substance of my days, the minutes of each hour.  Drops of rain, my tears, which left a watermark behind, framed the page.  As I considered the analogy of this illustration my heart began to pen a script, the story of my life, in simple stanzas, releasing sorrow, receiving joy.

Upon the margins of my heart etched in a thousand drops of rain,

Frames life and death, black and white, evidence of what remains.  

These droplet ribbons run, as dappled colors collide,

Fallen from green pools of sorrow deep inside.

Tears cascade, meandering upon my face, 

Ever flowing from a seemingly endless place.

 

And somehow as these tones converge,

I stare in wonderment; joyous glimmers emerge.

For there, flowing forth from salty pools,

Runs a rainbow of gloriously brilliant hues.

His promised declaration covers me,

Permanency gleams, alluding to what will be.

 

The words he speaks are ever true, 

No shifting, no changing of these 7 hues.

As I linger in the vibrancy of Rainbow’s embrace, 

Death’s shadow departs, vanishing without a trace. 

Gazing once again at the marks upon this page,

My eyes are drawn to beauty, by the One who eclipses pain.

The One who eclipses pain.  This phrase became the anthem to the rest of my day.  Jesus, in his mercy, passes between me and the pain.  He covers me, he heals me, he envelops me.  In the softness of his embrace, sorrow melts away.  I see it no longer.  In past years I’ve learned not to run from pain, but to run towards Christ, anticipating a tangible release of new life.  Always available, he takes the substance of my wound, and in return, gives the essence of true love.  It is The Great Exchange!  He took the weight of yesterday’s burden, painted a picture with it, and released amazing joy.  Redemption displayed in beauty for brokenness.

And so, on this 6th anniversary, the sky pours forth it’s million drops of rain, quite fitting, as He proclaims his poetic life inside my heart. I look, with expectation, toward the pools of color running across my story.  Dappled drops of varying shades—each moment proclaiming redemption, provision, grace, mercy and love, they flow over me washing away the black and white.  As I look in the mirror radiance greets me, beaming brightness, a divine display.  I am adorned with His rainbow, covered by His promise.  My heart knows joy, not trumpeted on center stage at high volume, no, this joy is different.  It is clothed with mercy, in a million drops of rain.

Just Another Ordinary Rainy Day?

It’s Friday, July 20th, we’re in the middle of summer. Maybe it is just another ordinary day. Is there ever an ordinary day? Not this one; this day is anything BUT ordinary. Today’s forecast included rain, the threat of flash floods and temps only reaching the mid 70’s. Quite a contrast from the 100+ scorchers we had earlier this week. Creation screams out, “Extraordinary day!”
Within the chambers of my heart beats a quiet whisper of revitalizing truth. These 24 hours exist only once; there is nothing ordinary about this moment. I long to capture each minute and steal it away, maintaining the treasure of summer’s simplicity, longing to carry it forward into the next season. I know the impossibility of this; I can’t catch time. Like a ripe melon, it must be enjoyed now. Should I try to keep the fruits of summer tucked away in my closet, they would spoil in the weeks to come. Life is now, beauty is now, summer’s sweetness dripping sticky down the chin is now. Each drop must be savored, rolled around the tongue, tingling all the way down. Don’t drop even one, don’t waste one; you’ll never get it back. Living, breathing, fragrant moments must be enjoyed as they happen–now, not later.
Last night I saw a car commercial, the tag line said, “Summer’s when you realize the journey IS the destination.” How apropos! I’ve been soaking in this truth for 24 hours and can’t get enough. The marinade has penetrated me, tenderizing tough sinews within. The greater truth is this, Life is best lived when you realize the journey is the destination. Today is my destination. There is no-where to go, no place I need to be, nothing matters outside this day. This journey, this adventure, this path is my destination. Such knowledge frees me to simply be all this moment requires. Delight fills my senses; tomorrow doesn’t matter right now.
Jesus loves me, he wants me to live right now. I’ll spend my journey embracing this current destination, as he embraces me.

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