21 February 2014

small

Five Minute Friday! :)

He speaks to us
and I see His galaxy spread wide before these eyes.
A billion stars flung with abandon and careful presicion into the inky sky,
and I know.

I am small.

I sit waiting for the wave to crest and carry my kayak up, and I see the ocean spread white tipped wave after white tipped wave,
and I know.

I am small.

My skis slip through the powder like a knife through flour, and the mountains rise high, jagged against the brilliant blue winter sky.
I know.

I am small.

He's big.

That's the right way.

Then one of my favorite stories tells of Elijah wanting to see God:

Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the Lord told him. And as Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.
1 Kings 19:11-13

Another translation calls it the "still, small voice."

To you who know you are small:
listen for the gentle whisper of God who is big.

Love:)

R

04 February 2014

until we don't need to remember

He raises the bread up.

This is my body, broken for you.

The cup.

This is my blood spilled for the forgiveness of your sin.

Remember.

And we taste.

Taste and see that the Lord is good,
even in the bitter dregs and the dry crumbs that remain.

We celebrate this.

We celebrate the remembrance, the sacrament,
until the day
He comes again
in glory
and we won't need to remember
because we
will
see.

This
is
no empty ritual.

This
is
practicing the remembrance.

Knowing the price of freedom.

We are free.

Praise God.


Love:)

R

01 February 2014

the lost and the finding

The words
left.

They went
away, gone for so long.

They're still
gone.

Inside, though,
I feel them start to rise.

They're so
deep.

Exhaustion does that,
strips you of yourself.

You go so long, you
start to shut down
and you get
lost.

Lost?
Inside.

It's so easy to
hide.

You could do it forever.



I will be found.



Love:)

R