Viewing entries posted in 2007
Broken Girl. It's pretty much how I've defined my life for the last several years. I've been broken a lot longer than that, but didn't give myself the title "broken girl" until a few years ago. And it wasn't just me that I called a broken girl.
As a little girl I was scared of monsters hiding in my closet. Then I got older and learned that six eyed, clawed, sharp teethed monsters aren't real. Then life turned cruel and I learned that monsters are real, and they're deadly. Real monsters don't have sharp teeth and claws, but they do hide in closets.
I don't know about you but I find it easy for me to slip into doubt. It's second nature to me. Faith, on the other hand, requires me to make an effort. I have to convince myself to believe.
Forty years the Israelites wandered through the desert, fully dependent on God to meet their every need. Daily He sent food from heaven, water from rocks, clothes that didn't wear or tear. He guided their every step, cloud by day, pillar of fire by night. He was ever present. Ever providing.
Winter's song is stripped bare. Like when your favorite artist releases an acoustic version of your favorite song. I don't know if you're like me, but I'm not generally a fan of the acoustic version. I like my music full. Give me a full band or orchestra and I'm a happy girl.
"Enoch walked faithfully with God"Genesis 5:24 Faithful. It's a word my grandparents lived. My entire life my grandparents lived in the same house. Drove the same car. Bought the same brand of bread. Listened to the same songs. Loved the same people.
This Christmas morning I will wake to a quiet house instead of excited children piling on my bed because it's their dad's year to have them on Christmas morning. This Christmas morning she will sit with the one she loves, the one she's named after, knowing his health is failing and their remaining time together is short, too short.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices.
I've been thinking a lot lately of Ruth and Naomi's story. (so has my friend Jennifer) I think we all love the idea of a Kinsman Redeemer providing for and rescuing Ruth. Isn't that what we all long for? To be rescued? But lately I've been thinking about what happened in the story before she was rescued.
My word for 2012 has been trust. I was concerned when God told me that was my word this year. I had a feeling that if I picked trust to study this year I'd have plenty of opportunities to put all I was learning into practice.