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Times

If we had the time, I would’ve shared with you all the times I’ve fought to make sense of my life. Times when the things I felt I needed most became the things I needed to let go. Why? I didn’t know… I still don’t.. but through it I’m learning to hope against hope. I’m hoping against the odds that I’m not too broken to fix. I’m hoping to God that my life is more than the mess I’ve made it. Hoping in God is the only way I know how to hope against the odds. Only when I look up instead of in do I find the faith I lost. Still, every morning I wake up it’s a fight to have faith in what I cannot see. Every battle that I win makes me stronger than yesterday. Every battle that I lose shows me God is full of grace.

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Let him live

There is a friend I know whose eyes are an ocean. He tells me more in a gaze than a thousand words could say. His whisper is familiar, and if I stop to listen, the raging sea in me falls silent in a moment. All is well with my soul again.

There are things on his mind that I cannot comprehend. There’s an ache in his heart that I barely understand. He suffers for his enemies like he does for his friends. The measure of his affection has infinite depth. The number of his thoughts of men has no end. We are the dust that he breathed to life to be the apple of his eye. We are the tears he cries and we are his smile lines. We are the wound in his side and we are his perfect bride. We are the nails in his hands and we are the names on his palms. We are the wood of his cross, built to bring him joy after all.

I wonder how someone so worthy could betroth himself to someone so lowly for all eternity. Yet through the fire he is refining me, just like through suffering he was made complete. I behold him as through a dark veil so dim, then through blood, sweat, and tears I become like him. Through the furnace I become gold. A diamond formed from a lump of coal.

He clothed himself in skin to wrap me in robes from heaven. Once again he has hidden himself in flesh – this time in mine. Every so often, I can feel his heart beat in my chest. Every now and then, I look in the mirror and glimpse his reflection. Yes, ever more often, when I walk through fire with a friend, I look back to find his footprints left by mine. When I wipe the tear of my enemy, I leave his fingerprints of mercy.

Sometimes when I’m going my way and bent on my will, I hear the whisper, ‘Let Him live.’ When I can’t find strength in myself to forgive, I hear it, ‘Let Him live.’ When fears overwhelm and tempt me to give in, I need to let Him live. Every time I listen, I become more like him. I become who I was meant to be, more than I’ve ever been.

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Be Still, My Soul

by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?

1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

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from Psalm 22

A prayer from Psalm 22

Be not far from me, oh God, for trouble is near and there is no one else to help. Others fail me. They tempt me to question you. What if you don’t come through? What if you’re not faithful and true? What if you don’t love me like I need you to?

They taunt me for believing what I cannot see. Even my own thoughts threaten to mock me. The tears on my face cry out for your grace. I am like a leaf that has fallen only to be trampled by men. I am like a flower withering away in the darkness. My heart melts like wax in my chest. I shudder at the sound of silence… Oh God, have I been forsaken? Yet you are the one who has stood by me since birth. You have loved me at my best and held me at my worst. You have fought for me when I have faced defeat. Even if I am disowned by my own flesh and blood, oh Lord, do not be far off!

You alone are my help. Fly to find me or I will be lost forever. My soul from the sword, you must deliver. Hide me under the shelter of your wings. Lift me up and I will soar. Save me and I am yours. Surely you hear my cry and draw near lest I die. For you do not despise the lowly and afflicted, and you do not hide your face from those who call your name.

In the dark of the night and in the morning light I will lift my eyes to you. You shine like the stars above and rise like the sun to rescue the world. Though no mind can conceive, we will see your glory. And your praise will be heard, though no tongue can tell of what you are worth.

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From dreaming to being

I do wonder if she will ever know where her dreaming ends and her being begins, as she barely imagines who she really is. For who she really is even dreams diminish…

We have dreams so deep they seem to become our identity. Without them, we don’t know who we would be. We might rather die than be ordinary. To be nobody. In our heads we take the pen and write the rest of our story. Every day we turn a page, praying that our novel which began in fantasy will not end in tragedy. Waiting to go from dreaming to being. We live somewhere in between fantasy and tragedy. Between dreams and realities. And what we are is wrapped up in what we could be.

What could we be? Who knows, honestly? Who says we can be trusted with our own story? If we can’t take the credit for what has already been written, why do we insist on writing the rest? Usually we are too scared to admit that we don’t really know who is holding the pen. We think we are writing when all of the sudden one chapter ends and another begins. One character leaves the story and another enters in. And we realize that maybe it’s another person’s story we have found ourselves in. And if so, the book didn’t begin when our story did. (And maybe it will not end when we think it will.)

Indeed, ‘All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.’ (Ps. 136:16)

Before the doctor dreamed to save lives, he desired to help others. Before the bride dreamed of her husband, she desired to be in love. Before man dreamed to leave a footprint on the moon, he desired to make a difference. Our deepest desires become our greatest dreams, yet maybe the doctor could have been a fire fighter. Maybe the bride could find the love of God better than the love of a husband. Maybe the man who left a footprint on the moon left a bigger footprint on the earth.

Do our greatest dreams need to come true in order for our deepest desires to be met? In order for us to be our best? In truth, to get all we want is not to get all we need. To reach our dreams is not all we could be. We are part of a much greater story. The best life we could live has already been written. The Author of Life penned it in his own blood, sweat, and tears. We don’t need to write it as much as to read it. We don’t need to dream it, but to believe it.

‘There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal… But it is with immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit — immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.’ (C.S. Lewis)

Our identity is not in who we dream to be, but we are defined by the Author of Life. When dreams define us, they diminish us. Our dreams are far too small and our desires are too shallow to make us into who we are already becoming. ‘Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known; but we know that when he appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is’ (1 John 3:2).

Even God in the flesh ‘had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him’ (Is. 53:2). The glory of who he was could not yet be seen, just as what we will be has not yet been made known. ‘And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory’ (2 Cor. 3:18).

Our greatest dreams and deepest desires pale in comparison to who we will see, and who we will be. ‘Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known’ (1 Cor. 13:12). Finally, we shall go from dreaming to being.

‘Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.’
(Eph. 3:20-21)

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Remember when you were little and you had a secret crush on the boy who broke all the rules in Sunday school? Maybe that was just me… His name would come up in conversation and you would bite your tongue. If someone happened to ask your opinion of him – or even suggest that you liked him – you’d impulsively laugh like you could never consider something more ridiculous… but you still blushed. Well, maybe we’ve outgrown secret crushes on the bad boy, but we haven’t outgrown secret temptations.

We know full well we should hate sin. We know exactly why. Yet we still have a complicated relationship with it. There can be a silencing sense of shame when we are seduced by what feels good, while knowing it is not good. Our conscience tries to speak good sense into our heart time and time again, but we feel under a spell so strong that we can’t break away. We feel alive in a dream we shouldn’t be having, yet don’t want to wake up from. ‘The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?’ (Jer. 17:9)

We want to be better, but we also want pleasure. We despise our sin, yet we wonder if we could live without it. We know it’s like a deadly drug, and yet we haven’t had enough. We imagine Jesus on the cross, and we’re torn by crushing shame and exhilarating love.

The greatest lover of my soul is dying for me, and I am the one killing him. With one hand I touch his wounds, and with the other I reach for the world. I promise my devotion as the sun rises, and as it sets I deny him.’Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?’

He is the perfect husband, and we have all cheated on him. We wear our Sunday best and swear we’ll save our shattered marriage. But we can only gather the pieces, helpless to put them back together again. He loves us the same, yet we hide our face.

But what if Jesus prefers to sit with you in the dark when you refuse to be seen in the light? What if he’d like to find you in his enemy’s bed rather than not find you at all? What if he’d rather meet you in your rags than in your pretense? After all, “We are all infected and impure with sin. When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags” (Is. 64:6).

Maybe he’d rather talk to you about what you’re ashamed to admit than not really talk about anything at all.

What if we came to God in the midst of our sickness? In the middle of our tension. Where we love and hate temptation. What if we let him in to the places we feel too broken to fix? Into things that have kept us distant. Where we feel too impure to touch. What if honest conversation finally broke the sound of silence? What if we spoke to God and to people like Paul did in Romans 7 about his struggle with sin?

If we’re not open to talk about our complicated relationship with sin, then how can we listen to the truth that sets us free from it? We tend to forget that Jesus understands temptation and sin even deeper than the sickest man (as C.S. Lewis explained, because the one who stands against the wind knows its power better than the one who gives in). There is no struggle Jesus has not fought. There is no temptation he has not resisted. There is no enemy he has not faced. ‘For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.’ (Hebrews 4:15)

He may not always agree with you, but he will always feel for you. He may know you’re not right, but he will still be by your side. He may have overcome sin, but he is still the sinner’s best friend. ‘Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need’ (Hebrews 4:16).

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What is better


Throughout the day, we can be worried and upset about many things. We feel restless. We know stress better than rest. There is a still small voice we hear in the midst of the chaos, but why is it so hard to stop and listen? We always have at least one good reason to be distracted. Yet there is a better reason to stop and listen.

We open our homes to Jesus. He dwells within our walls. He walks on our floors. He sits at our table. He is our honored guest. To show our love, we vacuum the rug. We dust the wood. We prepare the food. All of our work is good, yet there is something we have forgotten. Something better. Jesus has not come to be entertained, but to have a conversation. He has not come to be impressed, but to enjoy our fellowship. He would prefer a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner if it meant communion with his friends.

We open our hearts to Jesus. The moment he comes in we try to sweep the dust under the rug, hide the dirty laundry before he sees, and spray the bathroom with Febreeze. He appreciates our hospitality, but not at the expense of transparency. He would prefer our house and heart to be dirty if it meant intimacy. He is not a guest that needs to be impressed, but he would much rather clean up our mess.

“For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve…” (Mark 10:45). If he wanted to be served like a prince instead of welcomed like a friend, he wouldn’t have come down from heaven. The reason he has come to our home is to know us, and to be known.

As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”

“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed — or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

Luke 10:38-42

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