Monthly Archives: July 2011

Day 42 of 72 : the church has a choice…

I sought God after finishing Breaking Free.  I’m not much of a second hand student and my appetite for studying His word myself has returned so this morning I rummaged through some old studies that I’ve had for years and picking up one that my hand was drawn to…sitting down on the bed and opening it up this was the memory verse and this is what He spoke and He’s not let me go since

“Break up your fallow ground: for it is time to seek the Lord,

till He come and rain righteousness upon you.”(Hosea 10:12).

I liken it to a being inside a twister of sorts and hanging all with all my strength but the sheer force of it begs me to let go and let it have its way with me…or like a torrid love affair that consumes all life and you just want to abandon yourself … the words almost daring me.

Tiffini…are you the fallow field? are you?  what is fallow even..so I dig today and tomorrow

these words are alive and they call out to one who has ears….they beg a choice and the more I dig…my heart is squeezed and wrung out

the church is a sleeping giant and I am in need of a plow are you?

XO,


 

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Day 41 of 72 : maybe you are a wild thing to?

and wild things can somehow find a way to bloom…

untitled (by luisamöhle)

I refuse to be a victim” comes after years in the wilderness…the place where one finds oneself … for those who dare

and I am painting a red E.  Refusing to let frustration set in… I patiently retry putting the paper in

the printer but after the third time I click mindlessly on Ann Voscamp’s revisiting the archives to read this.

 

For I am about to do something new.

See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?

I will make a pathway through the wilderness.

I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.

~Isa. 43:19


my word.  these are my words……and in a crumpled heap on the floor I squeeze my knees tight

begging to believe this is coming true for me .   crying for Him to just hold me..He knows the way I

go and He gives me just enough for today. To know He hears and He tells me yet again

and today I hear and wonder...maybe I am a wild thing finding its way to bloom

 

XO,

 

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Day 36-40 of 72 : where does your help come from?

 

Worry implies that we don’t quite trust that God is big enough, or powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what’s happening in our lives.

Crazy Love by Francis Chan

 

Five days wandering down an old dirt road…sweat beads…my shirt is full soaked….words have tumbled round inside but they can’t seem to find a way out….as I walk…

the human spirit can withstand more than it ever thinks it could.  One more day.  One more step brings me closer.  I’m afraid to even lift my eyes .. that they won’t see anything ahead but heat that takes the breath away while wind keeps my hair over my eyes .. obscuring the view.  I sigh heavy..the deep kind..where I end and He begins and I travel back in memories as the faint sound of a bee lulls me there…



this boy..my first grandchild.  I will never forget looking into his eyes for the first time and seeing him way deep.  He is sensitive and sweet.  Last night he said, ” grandma, look at the stars!”  My grandson is becoming quite the beauty hunter.  I said, “yes Reed, they are beautiful – Who made those stars?”  he said Jesus – He made them green! I smiled and said yes He sure did! we smiled… looking into each others eyes.   And

I absentmindly swat at the sound that is that is imposing into my “place” beckoning me to pay attention to where I’m going.   Songs stir my memory reminding me.   Up ahead … just around the bend…even though I can’t see it or feel it…freedom awaits.  created just for us. I will wait.  Today I can wait and trust.

and I go on to the next thing.  He is big enough.  I look up and see the stars as night covers me like a blanket that seems to cocoon me on my journey.  With night comes coolness.  the closing of the eyes.  sinking down deep into His will and His words send me off to sleep…my eyes look to the hills..where does my help come from?…I’ll let you finish the rest

XO,

 

joining Soli Del Gloria Party over at Jen’s

Finding Heaven

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Day 35 of 72 : a divine appointment

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amidst joy.
— Felicia Hemans
 
Don’t Let me Go…
 
open the hand
 
squeezing so hard whites of knuckles hold on to my plans for the week when the back goes broken…again.  and my mind is tumultuous in its searching for footing..fighting to find You as the venomous lies seek to steal me away from my Lover…seek for me to succumb to adultery.  And when I can’t feel my feelings anymore through searing pain and downward spiraling despair the corner of my eye a red thread dangles so small one could barely see it if one wasn’t looking.
He knows the way I go
 

Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.

— C.S. Lewis
the words lubricate..relax..then open to receive
its Yours..this back..this day..even this weeks plans..the house..the cleaning..the painting..the field trips..the appointments.  For the only one that matters
right here- right now- is divine.  A divine appointment because there is a treasure hidden amidst the darkness.  A gift You want to give.  An adventure of a lifetime and I don’t want to miss a single moment.
A sweet morsel from heaven and I want to ingest it way down deep. Until it becomes a part of who I am.  There is no place for hurry, duty, or  “to do” listing…not in this place.  I fall on my face to the Only One I want to follow..to consume me..
I’m listening
 
XO~

Have you ever kept a divine appointment? 
How about holding on to your plans for the day instead of releasing them?
Has pain ever kept you still..where you had to listen?
 
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Day 33 & 34 of 72 : your story lately

on days 33 & 34 I am ” just being ”  hurry is gone and I am just being in each moment.

My back went out again in a very big way yesterday.  I’m fighting discouragement.  I’ve had the last month or so of feeling so good.

I’m barely able to walk.   I need help and I don’t like that very well.   I don’t feel like writing.

Words are not there and I choose joy for loss of words!   Thanking Him because He has the plan.

Not me.  I don’t want write words that aren’t  from His heart to mine…you know what I mean?  So – I will wait.

If you have time I would love to hear from you…your story lately.
Do you write anytime or do you wait until you sense the Spirit moving you to write?

Linking up over at Jen’s.  My heart is anticipating hearing God speak through so many beautiful women.

Won’t you come listen?

 

XO,

 

 

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