forward

It's strange to harbor a mellow heart
pressed by the couriers of time to grow up fast
tiredness has taken harborage within these youthful bones
but I've a new rendition of joy
my words have all skirted away
at the precipice of this new beginning
my plans--sealed letters, I mail away
I promised You I'd go

Faithful One,
bind me with the cords of Your steadfast love
I dare not stray from Your will
My heart You've tried
try me, again
that I may be found faithful and true

Angst I sift as I weigh my sight
but I hold a stringent conviction:
that You are the same as yesterday
today, and thus forever

I will not fear
Your arms firm on my shoulders
one step forward
I check to confirm
reassured by Your gaze unwavering

where You lead me, I will go
I am willing
yes, I am willing

Birdy

My dear,
Your face was less foggy than the days before today.
I wish I could speak all the words I will say.
My mommy heart can see your almond-brown eyes,
and I bet you hair's raven black.

I've tried writing you letters,
but my words all dissolve,
and I feel so very young.

Birdy,
Have other mommies broken your little wings instead of giving you kisses at night?

I'll give you kisses,
Birdy, hold tight!

Lord, protect my little girl's life!
Bless her and keep her safe, tonight.

I'm coming, Princess, as soon as I can.
You'll be safe in my arms in a jiffy, alright?

To you, Maynard

Brother,
here's to adventures.
up a ladder
through the catwalk
insulation packed heavily
like dust collected over years of neglect
To knocking on the door
of our friends Ben and Jerry
Ice-cream scoops too big for our cones
and a discussion
over the importance of water fountains
Here's to learning how to drink water--
correctly.
To sea-salt doughnuts
Veggie Tales and Spaghetti O's
To your thoughtful words
and abundant gifts--of which I can't repay
Here's to minutes passed and
adventures yet to come
Thank you,
for being my friend.

my confession

I'd rather die than waste my life,
and I will not be content to be only self-sustaining.
Tear me from all I love, Jesus, if You must.
Just let me be worthy of serving You.
I want to waste my life for the Kingdom.
Lord, there is nothing I love above You.
Where do You want me?
I will go. Please send me.

I see the prison in the eyes of the lady at Dillons--
feel the hurt of a daughter not yet my own.
My heart breaks at the shame of those who'll sit at my table.
Lord, just let me love.
Lead me, I will follow.
At the cross, I lay my heart, my vision.
You are Lord.

Misty Edwards - Let Me Love You More

Just let me know You more

I had a dappled cat cross my path--black and white, not just black. I had the thought, "Such is life--some good, some bad," I would've interpreted the sign, if I was superstitious. but I'm not. Thus, I kept on my way, wind to my face, strain on my legs, faster, faster down unkempt roads on my beloved bike. It does me good to forget time, forget it's continual plodding. I know there's a reason; it's just a season of awfully slow.

But I'm in love. My heart bursts with the watercolor sunrise and the chill, and at night I'm lost in the wonder of the skies. I'm in love with the Maker of the Universe. I consider myself blessed. My joy is made complete. He is my fulfillment, my sustenance in this wasteland. How I long for Him.

Perhaps we're all a bit rushed. Take a step. Marvel in the profoundness of forward motion--what a gift: to be free to walk forward, free from the quicksand and clawing boney hands of sin. Take another step; think on Him. Thankfulness stirs at the pat of your feet.

If you find love, will it not ruin every moment you remember without it? Is it not to be sought after? Does not your whole being cry out in anguish at the pursuit? Does not your heart long each time for more and more?

There is a love that grows more satisfying with every sip. Each drop leaves you thirsty for more, and it knows no bounds.

Teach me how to walk in Your presence--and never leave.

soured

How dearly I covet a cultivated love
My moments I give You are not my all
How I've forgotten the sound of Your voice
It seems part of a million
I'm a glass of milk sitting on the counter too long
I sour my own stomach with the warmth
I'm churning and beating the sides of this mug
How I want to be spilled and start empty again
Truly I want to know how to speak to You
Constantly
Know that I'm weary of monotony
I'm churned and I will walk in freedom
I will not let the contents settle
Discontent, and it's high time