Tonight we read Psalm 121 and we then shared about what we heard from that passage...so i thought I would kick off the discussion here, and add some meaningful thoughts...
"Live imperfectly, but with great delight...
For God is watching over you - Bringing shade and safety and rest.
And if God can make the mountains in all their majesty, and make roads that allow me to reach 9,136 feet above sea level,
Then surely He can handle the miniscule squabbles and problems of my everyday life.
So help me lift my eyes up to the hills, Not focusing on the things below, however powerful Goliath may seem to be.
God, keep me focused on your majesty and beauty and power. Both now and forevermore. Amen.'
'Where does my help come from? I know you, certainly you, but where are the headwaters?
As I sit here, and you there;
I, here out of the way and you in your wondrous way willingly glide here and to at my measly calling?
I doubt sometimes...
And yet.
Am I too stable to check? Am I too small to come to? Am I too desperate for dignity to go thirsty? In my distress I do call and you do hear, I guess. And waters flow.
Then why am I feeling so, swept away, brushed out of sight to whosoever's delight. What if dislike for oneself stems from thoughts along these invisible lines?
For I feel you listening...You do hear. But do I listen? Do my questions bother you? Like a burr under hide, a ceaseless insect humming, buzzing that just taints a perfect summer's day.
A tree standing so tall, so great right in the middle of a mountain view. Would you cut me down? I guess I would understand for after all, I'm only me. Meant for, if things are meant to be... Something...
No, I am done with my questions and finished refusing to look into your fine fingerprints that linger here around me. This cool water that flows around parched mouths is so accessible it's treated as poison.
I'm up in the hills and I feel the river rushing all around me in swift caressing currents. My heart in all its ice capped stability breaks and clacks and creaks and ultimately cracks open.
And you are here and I am here in that willingly wonderful way. The moon spills its light over the land, casting shadows into the spaces and gaps.
But you are a suspended flood. An entity reaching and grasping and enveloping souls cast in shadows.
And my eyes blink open under waves of all clarity seen as misguidance. And I am alive under the waters of the one who watches my feet, as they come and go. My help, where the headwaters flow.
Kate and I had a bit of a restorative drive home from Waco, today. We took Hwy 6 west toward Meridian. On the way, we went through Valley Mills, a town of 1200. The view, even in 100 degree heat was beautiful as you approached the town, nestled among rolling hills and trees that actually reached over the highway at one point. I felt a connection with the Kara and the folks in Colorado. As we got closer to Clifton, there were huge fields of sunflowers. Beautiful! You CAN see God's work, His majesty all around you, if you just take the time to look. Somedays, it's just taking the road less traveled. Can't wait to get back together with everyone!
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Tonight we read Psalm 121 and we then shared about what we heard from that passage...so i thought I would kick off the discussion here, and add some meaningful thoughts...
"Live imperfectly, but with great delight...
For God is watching over you -
Bringing shade and safety and rest.
And if God can make the mountains in all their majesty, and make roads that allow me to reach 9,136 feet above sea level,
Then surely He can handle the miniscule squabbles and problems of my everyday life.
So help me lift my eyes up to the hills,
Not focusing on the things below,
however powerful Goliath may seem to be.
God, keep me focused on your majesty and beauty and power. Both now and forevermore. Amen.'
Kara wrote this...
'Where does my help come from?
I know you, certainly you, but where are the headwaters?
As I sit here, and you there;
I, here out of the way
and you in your wondrous way willingly
glide here and to
at my measly calling?
I doubt sometimes...
And yet.
Am I too stable to check?
Am I too small to come to?
Am I too desperate for dignity to go thirsty?
In my distress I do call and you do hear, I guess.
And waters flow.
Then why am I feeling so, swept away, brushed out of sight to whosoever's delight. What if dislike for oneself stems from thoughts along these invisible lines?
For I feel you listening...You do hear.
But do I listen?
Do my questions bother you? Like a burr under
hide, a ceaseless insect humming, buzzing that
just taints a perfect summer's day.
A tree standing so tall, so great right in the middle of a mountain view.
Would you cut me down?
I guess I would understand for after all,
I'm only me.
Meant for, if things are meant to be...
Something...
No, I am done with my questions and finished refusing to look into your fine fingerprints that linger here around me. This cool water that flows around parched mouths is so accessible it's treated as poison.
I'm up in the hills and I feel the river rushing all
around me in swift caressing currents.
My heart in all its ice capped stability breaks and
clacks and creaks and ultimately cracks open.
And you are here and I am here in that willingly wonderful way. The moon spills its light over the land, casting shadows into the spaces and gaps.
But you are a suspended flood. An entity
reaching and grasping and enveloping souls cast
in shadows.
And my eyes blink open under waves of all clarity seen as misguidance. And I am alive under the waters of the one who watches my feet, as they come and go. My help, where the headwaters flow.
Kate and I had a bit of a restorative drive home from Waco, today. We took Hwy 6 west toward Meridian. On the way, we went through Valley Mills, a town of 1200. The view, even in 100 degree heat was beautiful as you approached the town, nestled among rolling hills and trees that actually reached over the highway at one point. I felt a connection with the Kara and the folks in Colorado. As we got closer to Clifton, there were huge fields of sunflowers. Beautiful! You CAN see God's work, His majesty all around you, if you just take the time to look. Somedays, it's just taking the road less traveled.
Can't wait to get back together with everyone!
Here's my contribution to slice of life/laughter/just BEING/encouragement. Hope you like it. If you don't,...you no talky!
http://cousinelvis.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-legged-cat-three-nights-ago-we.html
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