The view from up here....

I had a fear of flying. A fear of wings failing. A fear of stepping out to find there were no wings at all.
I had a fear of falling. A fear of hitting hard. A fear of finding I never left the ground.

But fears are made for overcoming. Fears are made to show you strong.
And a moment living weightless...

Leaves you breathless!

Leaves you living for the view from up here.
Starts making sense, this kingdom living, this going out, this life of flying.

I had a fear of flying, a fear of failing wings, a fear of stepping out to find there were no wings at all.
But fears are made for overcoming, made to fuel you on
And a lifetime living weightless...

Leaves the world breathless!


photo taken by me (on Shannon Kelley's camera) flying over some random (beautiful) island on our way to Haiti.

Outspoken.......

You speak the word and I will obey
You speak the word and all my sins fall away
You speak the word and my life is changed
You speak the word and my loss is your gain
You speak the word and the earth is created
You speak the word and its gone in an instant

I speak the word for the life it has given
I speak the word for the hope it bestows
I speak the word for wounds to be mended
I speak the word for souls to be saved
I speak the word for the power it holds
I speak the word for there is no other way

And the Word became flesh
and made his dwelling among us.
We have seen his glory
the glory of the One and Only
who came from the Father
full of grace and truth. John 1:14

This is for Kathy who knows the power of the Word and who is not afraid to speak it.

To follow...

"Then James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came to him. "Teacher", they said, "we want you to do for us whatever we ask." "What do you want me to do for you?", he asked. They replied, "Let one of us sit at your right and the other at your left in glory." (Mark 10:35-37).......

Do you know what your asking? Have you really count the cost? Of lost? Of Everything?
Are you willing to follow... if the grave becomes your throne? If your lost becomes my gain?

"I AM, I AM!! Yes, you know I am Lord!"

Are you willing to become least, in a world were greatness rules? To serve? To Die?
What if the cost; cost you nothing, but cost your family everything?
What if the price you pay is not your own life?

"I AM, I AM!! Yes you know I am Lord!"

BUT THREE TIMES YOU LIED, THREE TIMES YOU DENIED, YOU DENIED ME!

"When did I deny you Lord, when?"

When the sacrifice came due and you were unwilling to pay.
When you were asked to lay down your life and you couldnt even lay down your ego.
When the cost to follow meant living with less.
When the cup was bitter and you refused to take a drink.

Are you willing to follow, if the cost to follow, is asking me;

"What do you want me to do for you, Lord?"

And I tell you, "Hang to the right & left of me on the cross in glory."

Just say the word.... any word!!

 This was made from words randomly given to me by my facebook friends. A project in creativity. Enjoy.

 It seems the world has got the best of me & I struggle to find any peace. If I were a bird I would fly away. I would spend my days soaring high over all that troubles me. I would seek solace in nature. Yet this is a dream unfulfilled for insomnia has filled my nights and it is not in my nature to be at peace for long. Perhaps what ails me are the words I fail to speak over myself, because everyone knows that the bird is "THE WORD". I will never be a bird. I will never fly high above my troubles in my own strength. Yet the word gives me wings. It might not be in my nature to be at peace, but it is in his. It is in his him that I soar over all that troubles me. So I sit here feasting on the nectar of  God, coffee in hand & the word in my heart. It is here that I find my happy place. It is here that I find my peace.

The Half Light

I want to write. I want to use color & pictures, music weaved among my words. I want to break out in song & dance. I want to find more words... write about sunsets, mountaintops, artful arrangments of lint. I want to learn new names for God.... one who brings words, that which brings life, the one who opens doors.
I want to try something new.. a new skin and give new meaning to doing away with the old. I want daily suprises and then I want to share them. I want new ways to start;
"I saw misery in her face & it needed to written.",
"I opened the door and before me stood everything.",
"Nicole was a good girl, but goodnesss can be defined in many ways."
I want my words to reflect what I see of God and by them let others see it too. I want to live in the half light, the foggy inbetween before you have started the day. Before you have begun to edit all you say. I want pictures painted and thoughts brought into existence. Then left dangling open ended. I want run on sentences......
blah, blah-blah, blah, blah, blah
I want empty space where only God can exist...



                          "i AM that i AM!!!"



I want great finales, exclamation points, question marks, comas waiting for more.
I want to write like Im living...
FULLY!!!

Hidden Wings

I feel like Ive found wings and Im aching to take off.  I feel like I could do anything. Yet it hurts to know that I wasted so much time limping around like a wounded bird. I dont know how it is that I became so afraid or at what point I stopped believing in possibilites. I want to take back the years, because a part of me feels too old for these dreams.
For the first time in a very long time I  believe that I can! I  believe I  could learn something new, I  could have some yet undiscovered gift that God has been waiting to release in me. I can take the risk and leave the fear of falling to pieces in Gods hands...... very much unafraid!
I feel like God has opened my eyes. Given me the vision of myself from his perspective and it is good. It is my card board testimony lived out in flesh and blood......... "Now overflowing with peace, love, confidence and hope."

These hidden wings have long since ached
Wrapped tightly in a veil of flesh
The light reveals what was unknown and
I fight the skin that has concealed
Borrowed visions have stirred the heart
Lending life to first time fliers
Giving hope to long gone dreams
Setting fledglings on their path.

The claim of innocence!

I hate the claim of innocence though its tender & its sweet,
but such a claim is ignorance when at the saviors feet.
I hate the claim of brotherly love, whats lies decieve us all!
To claim the gift of heritage, but blame our mistakes upon the fall.
To little thought we give to God, but lead a life that claims his word.........
No eye has seen, no mind has known, no ear has ever heard.
What should we do, confide in friends... yet confidence is broken.
how would we know is what we say if truth is never spoken.....
But truth is here for all to see & the lesson is as well
" a gossip betrays a confidence" & secrets sinners tell

Heritage

I wonder why it is I cant see in me what other people see. They see strength on the outside and I see the chaos that exist on the inside. They see someone who cares and I see my own selfish motives.

What does God see?

I hope he sees Christ in me. I hope that my faults are wrapped up tightly in the perfectness of Jesus. I hope that he sees what I can be and not just what I am......

But to have his eyes. To see the seeds blossom in the field. To see your children run instead of crawl. To see the faint resemblance of the child to his mother and father. To see the hope that lies inside each of us.

The seer sees what eyes cannot, the outcome of the battles fought.
The hopes and dreams that will be won for children of the fathers son.

The glory of the "FALL"

I am clothed in filth.

I wear my sin like an inheritance.

Always fighting to be right, ever defending what amounts to nothing. Getting angry at giving in. Growing weary with doing good & hiding my selfish motives.

But is it possible?

Is it possible thatI could be set ablaze. Radiant in my true colors. Glowing against the darkness of my past sin. Made perfect in the beauty of the "fall". Glorious!

Living in the wonder of waiting to be made new.