Free And Living

Free And Living

25 August 2005

Trying to Run to God while There are So Many Other Things to Run to

Psalm 34 (The Message)

A David psalm, when he outwitted Abimelech and got away.

I bless GOD every chance I get; my lungs expand with his praise.

I live and breathe GOD;
if things aren't going well, hear this and be happy:

Join me in spreading the news;
together let's get the word out.

GOD met me more than halfway,
he freed me from my anxious fears.

Look at him; give him your warmest smile.
Never hide your feelings from him.

When I was desperate, I called out,
and GOD got me out of a tight spot.

GOD's angel sets up a circle
of protection around us while we pray.

Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see--how good GOD is.
Blessed are you who run to him.

Worship GOD if you want the best;
worship opens doors to all his goodness.

Young lions on the prowl get hungry,
but GOD-seekers are full of God.

Come, children, listen closely;
I'll give you a lesson in GOD worship.

Who out there has a lust for life?
Can't wait each day to come upon beauty?

Guard your tongue from profanity,
and no more lying through your teeth.

Turn your back on sin; do something good.
Embrace peace--don't let it get away!

GOD keeps an eye on his friends,
his ears pick up every moan and groan.

GOD won't put up with rebels;
he'll cull them from the pack.

Is anyone crying for help? GOD is listening,
ready to rescue you.

If your heart is broken, you'll find GOD right there;
if you're kicked in the gut, he'll help you catch your breath.

Disciples so often get into trouble;
still, GOD is there every time.

He's your bodyguard, shielding every bone;
not even a finger gets broken.

The wicked commit slow suicide;
they waste their lives hating the good.

GOD pays for each slave's freedom;
no one who runs to him loses out.

24 August 2005

The Sprite of Life

It all starts with a trip to Sam's. Mary Ann calls me to make a Sam's run and gladly I comply not realizing the fate ahead of me. We roll up in her black Tahoe ready to buy at least 100 pounds worth of drinks and snacks. Ok, maybe eighty. Anywho, Mary Ann also known as the lovely, the beautiful M.A.C is pushing the cart and we are loading the metal cage with drinks. I reach for some blue and green shiny cans and knock over a six pack or two. Cans hit the concrete like water balloons hit pretty much anything, and it's all over. The Sprite expolsion has happened before I could even comprehend the fact that I might be knocking over some cans! Seriously, I think a cuss word slipped out and then I tried not to slip on the lake of Sprite below my flip flops. M.A.C. went to tell someone about the clean-up on Aisle Lake Placid while I tried to group the broken aluminum together. We whisked ourselves away from the site and passed the aisle with ashamed looks on our faces. It was wonderful. On a more positive note, I may buy a printer from Sam's -- it would be useful for the business. We shall see.

22 August 2005

I'm ready to trust

Man, it can be so insulting when you are not trusted and you have not done anything to lose someone’s trust. All your actions have proven your heart and character, but those things seem to fall through. It's really tough. It hurts. It makes you feel like the things you do are not good enough or not worthy of trust. I've been trying to gain trust from men for too long, and you know what I've learned. One, it's not worth it and two...

How much it might (or does) anger God when I don't trust Him? He has never failed me. I say this with complete confidence, yet when it comes to the surrounding storm of my life. Well, I begin to drown in the details of responsibility, bills, concerns, sicknesses, and the daily grind. It's like I'm not even a follower of Christ, but a hunter who tracks the prey, worry, chasing the prize so I can hang a dead carcass on my wall. Worry is a dead carcass, but I continue to thrust my whole being into its pursuit. I give up Christ as a secure, dwelling place, and I crawl in worry's carcass to take naps with maggots. I'm sick of it. The whole thing stinks. Literally and figuratively. I'm ready to trust. I want to QUIT insulting God by creating these nasty hollows I call home. And call, God my home once and for all.

So I'm going to right here and now. I'm going to trust -- Trust God and not myself. I really don't know what trust looks like but I know it's a decision. I can start trusting by telling God this...

Lord, even when I don't feel like I trust you, I trust you. I'm not scared of the storms life brings because you are the unseen home that protects me. I'm not worried about finances or men's approval because you are the one who guides me by your Spirit whom you've given me. I'm not concerned about the piddly things anymore God because your track record is perfect and mine...well, it seems the life issues I try to figure out on my own have me ending up in that stinky carcass again. I'm trusting you, and I'm not letting go. It's not the cliché "Let Go, and Let God" for me. It is "Hold On, and Go God." I will be a child clamped to my Father's leg when a threatening situation comes my way or when I ride the highs of life. My soul will cling to you no matter what.

"Trust GOD from the bottom of your heart; don't try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for GOD's voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he's the one who will keep you on track." (Proverbs 3:5-6, the message)

09 August 2005

Yo Shorty It's Your Birthday

Yo, Shorty, It's your birthday
We're going to party like it's your birthday
Drink Soy Milk like it's your birthday

Give a shout out to Angelic!
She's 24 today!