Potpourri


Gazing out my window at the rain-drenched trees and the abundance of green, saying goodbye to March and waving in April and... spring.

Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!

~ Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"

Taking deep breaths of fresh, clean air, cleansed by the cloud's tears. Thanking God for the gift of life, the promise of Easter, and the delight of being His.

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This morning I listened to a good ole country song thru the radio as I flew down the road in my short little (just like me) truck. I smiled at a raindrop landing on my nose as I come out of class, relieved the test was over. Settling down at my desk this afternoon, the long afternoon stretched out before me like an empty palette, the paints and brushes in my hand, I sighed. Color lives again.

Just like potpourri.

The flower petals that though dead and dried, still lift a heavenly fragrence that tinges the air with happiness amid the crazy and nods with peaceful assurance despite the pain.

Breathe deeply, my heart. The bird sings, the green grows, spring is here.

It's time to dance to the music of His love.

Being His

Every once in a while, I have one of those days.

It begins like any other, with my to-do list and I competing in the epic duel that comprises most days, but this time

I'm winning.

Needless to say, those days are rare.

By midmorning, I'm proud of all that I'm accomplishing. That English essay I thought would be hard to research? A breeze. The speech I've been working so hard on? Suddenly coming together. How about all those Algebra problems?

Okay, the Algebra problems are still very, very hard. But, still...

My midafternoon, I'm pumping with an inflated sense of my own hyper-productivity.

It rarely lasts all day. On the cusp of the perfect thesis statement, the to-die-for last sentence of the speech, or what exactly X equals (why does it have to change every time? Poor little X goes through quite the identity crisis)

...that still, small voice interupts.

"However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven."
Luke 10:20

The disciples had just returned from the mission trip of the century. There were seventy-two of them and each of them were filled with joy because they had personally exericised the power to drive out demons in Jesus' name.

They were thrilled, to say the least, to be in on the adventure of serving Jesus.

And they had completely forgotten what an honor and adventure it is just to be His.

So, at the end of this highly productive day, I choose not to dwell on the fact that my to-do list raised the white flag...

I choose to glory in the truth of the Cross.

 And dwell on the unfailingly humbling fact that I belong to Jesus.

Neither perfection nor production are my aim...

He is.

Praying for the World

You may remember me talking about Radical.

One of the components to the Radical Challenge, a year-long dare to become a disciple of Christ in every sense of the word, is to Pray for the Entire World.

Daunting?

Not if you're informed.

Operation World makes it a little easier.

Operation World supplies the daily emails and inspiration.

Still, I must be the one to pray.

Will you consider signing up and praying with me that workers might go unto the harvest?

Safety, Suffering, and Sainthood

This quote stopped me in my tracks the other day...

"Sainthood finds its source in suffering. Remember, it requires eleven tons of pressure on a piano's strings for it to be tuned. And God will tune you to perfect harmony with heaven's theme if you will withstand the strain."

~ L.B. Cowman, Streams in the Desert

Eleven tons? I shrieked. You've got to be kidding me?

No?

Okay, even at my worst, I wouldn't say there's eleven tons of pressure on me. Eleven tons. On small piano strings. Wow.

I've been thinking about the level of safety in my life lately.

(It's something you do when you're learning to drive, I suppose.)

'God, is it safe for me to take on 19 credit hours?'

'God, is it safe for me to confess this story of mine?' (Wow - that was over a month ago already.)

'God, is it safe for me to dream like this, eyes closed, - of being a writer?'

'God, is it safe...?'

'Is it safe...?'

And then a Voice whispers in my ear when I am still enough to really listen. The sweetest voice in all the world.

"He is not a tame lion," Thomnas says.

"No," replies Lucy, "But he's good."

Then my own words echo across my smile.

"God is faithful and trustworthy, but He is also indescribably daring. Pledging my life to serving Him means signing up for an epic adventure. God calls me to a life that is incredible, scary, exciting, uncertain, weird, misunderstood, wonderful… and daring." -Me

It is then that I remember... I asked for this.

I scribbled my name with trembling fingers and pledged my life to this epic adventure called serving Him and being His.

Oh, yeah.

This God I serve is not tame nor safe...

but He’s good.

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Changing Seasons

“Our days are a kaleidoscope. Every instant a change takes place…New harmonies, new contrasts, new combinations of every sort.” – Henry Ward Beecher



My newest post in the Training in Truth column on At the Well has been published.
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He Goes Before

He Goes Before

by J. Danson Smith

Dark is the sky! and veiled the unknown morrow!
Dark is life's way, for night is not yet o'er;
The longed for glimpse I may not meanwhile borrow;
But, this I know and trust, HE GOES BEFORE.

Dangers are near! and fears my mind are shaking;
Heart seems to dread what life may hold in store;
But I am His - He knows the way I'm taking,
More blessed even still - HE GOES BEFORE.

Doubts cast thier weird, unwelcome shadows o'er me,
Doubts that life's best - life's choicest things are o'er;
What but His Word can strengthen, can restore me,
And this blest fact; that still HE GOES BEFORE.

HE GOES BEFORE! Be this my consolation!
He goes before! On this my heart would dwell!
He goes before! This guarentees salvation!
HE GOES BEFORE! And therefore all is well.

An Open Heart

"Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful." Joshua 1:8 (NIV)

How do implement the call of the above words into your life? How do you not let God's Word leave your thoughts? How do you meditate on it day and night?

I would love to hear your thoughts. Read more of mine here.