Daddy Save the World

Daddy Save the World.

Be the superhero I know you to be. The one who comes down with flashing lights, a thunderous voice, and instantly the oceans and animals fall silent. Amazed at the magnificance of your power. Our world is in desparate need of a hero. I don't care how you come down, as Superman, Iron Man, X-Man or otherwise. But come down and save us from the destruction that us humans have created. The hellfire of gunshots and poverty that plague our cities, the burning remains of broken hearts, the lackluster smiles that used to hold such joy. Save us from ourselves.

And I know that I'm not even one to ask of such a lofty request, when my own actions have shown a lack of trust, a doubtful mind, and an apathetic heart.

But here I stand again, kneeling on the floor in front of you, with all of my control being offered to you. These attackes in Mumbai, show that nothing is permanent, nothing except you. Nothing is sacred, nothing is whole. All is broken, and yet you choose to come heal the broken. And not just one broken mess but every single one on this earth, from the shooting terrorist, to the innocent child.

You have chosen to redeem.

And on Thanksgiving I'm thankful that no matter how far I stray you redeem me, because I'm already chosen. And nothing changes that. Nothing at all.

Thanks.

Sisterhood

Might be a short post, but I thank God for sisterhood.

The giggles, the smiles, the crazy stories, and the bonding.

I'm smiling right now, and I know that He must be too.

Each different, but each passionate.

=)

Good Morning Dear Brother!

Bus, Bible, Black guy.

I meant to write this a while ago, but now I can't exactly remember what happened. But since its happened more than once, I'd like to remind future self that God is always awake, you just have to be on the lookout.

Waiting

This was taken from CK's blog, but I really liked it. =)

From Daily Bread - November 7, 2008.

Make haste to help me, O Lord!” the psalmist David prayed (Ps. 70:1). Like him, we don’t like to wait. We dislike the long lines at super-market checkout counters, and the traffic jams downtown and around shopping malls. We hate to wait at the bank or at a restaurant.

And then there are the harder waits: a childless couple waiting for a child; a single person waiting for marriage; an addict waiting for deliverance; a spouse waiting for a kind and gentle word; a worried patient waiting for a diagnosis from a doctor.

What we wait for, however, is far less important than what God is doing while we wait. In such times He works in us to develop those hard-to-achieve spiritual virtues of meekness, kindness, and patience with others. But more important, we learn to lean on God alone and to “rejoice and be glad” in Him (v.4).

F. B. Meyer said, “What a chapter might be written of God’s delays! It is the mystery of the art of educating human spirits to the finest temper of which they are capable. What searchings of heart, what analyzings of motives, what testings of the Word of God, what upliftings of soul. . . . All these are associated with those weary days of waiting, which are, nevertheless, big with spiritual destiny.”  — David H. Roper

Memories

Memories.

I read an article for one of my classes this year in which it talks about how we constantly turn back to our memories, to our past. It discusses the affect which the past has upon us, and that we are then shaped by the memories we have, and whether or not we can move forward from them or remain so intrenched in them that we cannot get out of them.

These past couple of months have been a trip down memory lane. In every way possible I have been afflicted through the meanings and the moments that have affected myself to the core of my being. The influences of people, the heartbreaks, the lows and the highs, and the peaceful existence of my soul so covered by the love of a Savior. Many of the memories are as vivid as yesterday afternoon, a song that repeats itself over and over.

Reflections.

Thinking about these memories lead to reflections of where I've been and how far I've come. Specifically with my relationships, I look at how much I have learned, how hard the struggles have been, and how much redemption God puts into my life, and my heart. Forgiveness, reconciliation, and trust. Perhaps the biggest themes of the last months. Oh and peace. Peace beyond words, beyond wisdom and understanding. Not that there aren't moments when the sea does rise, but instead of swimming I'm floating on top, cruising along untouched by the tide.

I was looking at some pictures of a past memory today, and it made me smile. And I think its the first time I've been able to do that. That memory, which produced both good things and bad, made me smile. To know that I am also a memory, and a good one, was reassuring.

Pictures capture our memories so that we can relive them, but sometimes it makes it harder to leave them. But not today. Instead today it brought a smile, and a sense of hope. Hope in knowing that there was just as much good in that memory as bad. Hope in being thankful for a memory that changed my character. I was able to relive that memory, free from the connections of the hurt and pain. And I was even able to find joy in what will be the potential of many new memories, and many good times.

And while that current memory may not be my own, to know that it exists in the life of someone else brings me peace. To see such happiness, well it made me happy.

And really, memories come and fade. They hinder us and help us, break us down and build us up. But when the peace of God transcends the emotional connections of memories that bring us to tears, it creates smiles.

Sweet peace, new hope, heart full.