Free And Living

Free And Living

24 July 2005

No Subject

“Let them praise the name of God –
it’s the only Name worth praising.
His radiance exceeds anything in earth and sky;
He’s built a monument – his very own people!
Praise from all who love God!”

(the end of Psalm 148, the Message)

David Crowder’s commentary: “Here in this psalm we are told of a monument God Himself has built. This one monument we can look to that did not erupt from the dreamings of our own heads or the workings of our human hands. It was erected by God to bring us ready remembrance of His faithfulness, of who He is, of what He has done and will do.

It is His very people. It is you and I. We see this God-crafted monument every time we look each other in the eye, and we remember that He has not left us for a moment. I see in your life and you in mine what He has brought us through, and there are no vandals or erosive elements that can ply their corrosive actions upon this constantly nascent memorial.” (pg. 145, Praise Habit)

Take in and digest:

“Praise is response. Praise happens when there is revelation, and there is revelation waiting for us around every bend, in place we would not suspect. Our task is to live with eyes wide open to God’s greatness because when we see the imprint of the Creator, our insides swell with devotion, our hearts will erupt with thankfulness. You will live, breathe, and radiate praise. The habit isn’t in learning how to praise; it is in reminding yourself who to praise. Praise is redeemed and redefined with rescue. When you have been found by grace, your identity is swallowed in Christ. You are enveloped by Him, clothed in His merciful sacrifice. To live in this remembrance is to bring awareness of Christ into your every encounter. In this awareness you bring His embrace to the things you embrace.” (pg. 154-155)

“To be fully present in the rescue and recreation of Christ is to embrace what God does for us, and this is the best thing we can do for Him.”

What do these words mean to you?

18 July 2005

Midnight Poetry

a tsunami of hatred wipes out humanity
leaving lost souls and broken ties
a desire to divide and a breakout of insanity
when the human being dies
in all the vanity.

no helping hand to save
the stones are cast
looking for a cave
running from the past

no embrace to run to
no refuge to seek
just the solemn face
of a heart that's meek

piercing me with those eyes
holding me to his chest
the pounding of my heart
and the safety of his best

loving the being and not the doing
looking past the crap straight into my ruin

into my ruin
into my ruined being

restore
love is a covenant

rebirth
love is grace

recreate
love is intimate

into my whole
into my whole being

13 July 2005

Freestylin'

Tonight I had an epiphany...I wanna be a rapper. If you wanna be a free flowin' masta, leave a comment on my blog with your best disasta. Peace.

11 July 2005

I think...

I think God is trying to teach me something about rest and praise. There might be a correlation. Usually, when I'm not rested, I'm complaining and when I'm full of rest, I'm full of praise. Huh. Still learning...will always be learning...I'll keep you posted on any revelations.

06 July 2005

In Between the Quotations

"And in our embracing, sparks of praise will splinter the darkness like fireworks." (Praise Habit, 99)

"Stare into the most faithful of loves until He is burned into your retinas, until everywhere you look He is superimposed upon the landscape." (Praise Habit, 122)

"Don't love the world's ways. Don't love the world's goods. Love of the world squeezes out love for the Father. Practically everything that goes on in the world--wanting your own way, wanting everything for yourself, wanting to appear important--has nothing to do with the Father. It just isolates you from him. The world and all its wanting, wanting, wanting is on the way out--but whoever does what God wants is set for eternity." (The Message, 502)

05 July 2005

The Sox

I went to a Red Sox game tonight with Steve and his family and my family and a bunch of the youth from IBC. It was wicked awesome, except for my dear old Sox who lost. At least the game ended with fire works to coat any disappointment I may have been feeling. I had a blast giggling, talking like Yoda, dancing in between plays, sitting next to my fam and my soon-to-be husband, Steven. He brought his camera, and I think he took at least 30 pictures of the fire works. The best part was he let me tell him when to take it, so I was yelling "When, When, WHEN!" a lot as the explosions occured. Then we acted like NASCAR race cars zooming down the spiral exit ramp that never ended. I thought the screw-like ramp was going to drill into the core of the earth where we would encounter liquid hot magma. So good. The night was amazing, and I'm left here sitting in front of my laptop just full of gratefulness. For life, for explosions in the sky, for moments when families are all together enjoying the same thing, and for childlikeness. I'm grateful to God who has given it all to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. May praise be my habit - I feel like tonight was one continuous song of praise for living and celebrating. I could not help but think that God was sitting there with us 'ooooing' and 'awwwing', cheering and booing. I'm glad I'm his daughter and grateful for Him.