Day Twelve: Some Words of Hope from the Internet

Some easy reading for your Saturday morning! Happy weekend everyone!

Unfortunately, like most things found on Pinterest, I could not find the original sources.

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trust, on a monday morning

“God by definition is thinking of you.”

–Brennan Manning in Ruthless Trust: The Ragamuffin’s Path to God

Happy Monday!  If you are looking for a book that really gets to the heart of the matter, I suggest Ruthless Trust.  On the cover, Dallas Willard says, “Brennan Manning throws firebrands into your soul.”  It’s true.  I started reading a friend’s copy and cannot stop thinking about it.  I will have to order it today, so that I can finish it.

Beauty Will Rise

Through a really random course of events, I had the honor of catering for Steven Curtis Chapman this weekend.  It was really fun to shop and prayerfully make decisions about how to extend hospitality to both him, his band, and crew.  Of course, it was fun to meet him as well.  And, I only forgot the the dinner rolls!  An easy mistake to fix.  Thank you, Lord!

After all was said and done, and the all the dishes were washed, my husband and I sat on folding chairs in the kitchen and listened to the concert.  It was so lovely.  He wound life stories through decades of songs.  As he took us through the journey of years, we remembered high school and college days where SCC music was playing in the background.  Jon and I held hands as he sang I Will Be Here, one of his songs that was played at our wedding.  We squealed with excitement when he sang For the Sake of the Call.  I remembered belting out that song as a high schooler traveling through Europe, on a summer of missions.  It was such a sweet time and a lovely, random, gift from the hands of the Father.

In his honor, my Other People’s Words come from his album, Beauty Will Rise:

Out of these ashes

Beauty will rise

And we will dance among the ruins

We will see it with our own eyes

Out of these ashes

Beauty will rise

For we know joy is coming in the morning

In the morning

Beauty will rise

I can hear it in the distance

And it’s not too far away

It’s the music and the laughter

Of a wedding and a feast

I can almost feel the hand of God

Reaching for my face to wipe the tears away

And say it’s time to make everything new

Make it all new

This is our hope

This is the promise

This is our hope

This is the promise

It will take our breath away

To see the beauty that’s been made

Out of the ashes, out of the ashes

It will take our breath away

To see the beauty that He’s made out of the ashes, out of the ashes

–Stephen Curtis Chapman, Beauty Will Rise

By the way, if you want to see beautiful, sacrificial faith walked out, you should buy this album.  Regardless of what kind of music you listen to.  I have been balling my eyes out, reading the intro stories to the songs and listening to the lyrics.  Gorgeous stories of  the truth of hurt, God’s provision of faith, and the hope that is eternal.

A.A. Milne’s Words

Spring Morning

Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow —
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow —
Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You’d sail on water as blue as air,
And you’d see me here in the fields and say:
“Doesn’t the sky look green today?”

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
“It’s awful fun to be born at all.”
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
“We do have beautiful things to do.”

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You’d say to the wind when it took you away:
That’s where I wanted to go today!”

Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow —
Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.

–A.A. Milne

I’m trying to convince myself that it is Spring.  It was 100 degrees yesterday. As much as I love summer, I don’t think 7 months of it is a good idea.  A girl could melt away.  (:  I hope you are enjoying cool Spring breezes and sunny, blue skies!

P.S. I’m still working on the appearance of this blog.  If things change over the next week, please don’t feel lost.  It’s still me, Kristy. (:  Thanks for putting up with my technologically challenged ways. 

Surf Riding

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My Other People’s Words for today are from My Utmost for His Highest (Oswald Chambers).  Every year, when I come to this particular devotion, I have a little celebration.  I love these words because I know them to be true.  The challenges of life can be the very things that make it the beautiful adventure that our hearts long for.

“The surf that distresses the ordinary swimmer produces in the surf-rider the super-joy of going clean through it.  Apply that to our own circumstances, these very things– tribulation, distress, persecution, produce in us super-joy;  they are not things to fight.  We are more than conquerors through Him in all these things, not in spite of them, but in the midst of them.”

Are you are a surf-rider today?  Or are you standing on the shore imagining the exhilaration of “going clean through” a wave?  Either way, I pray that you would be showered in the kind of grace that allows you to see the obstacles of life as a challenge.  Challenging you to be a better version of yourself than you have ever been.  Then, you will turn the rogue wave into a beautiful dance of board and salt water sprays.   And, we will be standing on the shore applauding the beauty that you have just created.

 

some monday celebrations

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It’s Monday morning, and I am starting a week of single parenting.  My husband is in another country.  This means I have to do things I don’t normally do.  Read: Kristy is spoiled rotten by her husband.

My list of things to celebrate so far:

I got the recycling to the curb in time!  I totally forgot to put it out last night, oops.

The timer on the coffeemaker worked!  I have tried to make this happen for the husband’s last 2 or 3 trips.  This is monumental, people.

We are on Spring Break!  Whew, no schoolbooks for this mama.

I could bore you with other things, like the fact that I remembered to get and take my own vitamin last night, but that would only show you what an awful grownup I am, and how much my husband has to keep me accountable to doing the normal things that adult human beings do.  So, I won’t bore you with all the ways that I have surprised myself over the last two days, instead I will tell you that my “Other People’s Words” today come from the apostle Paul:

“Don’t just pretend to love others.  Really love them.  Hate what is wrong.  Hold tightly to what is good.  Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other.  Never be lazy, but work hard and serve the Lord enthusiastically.  Rejoice in our confident hope.  Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying.  When God’s people are in need, be ready to help them.  Always be eager to practice hospitality.” Romans 12:9-13

Good words for a mom doing it on her own today.  It’s not just about me and my inability to make my own coffee. (:  Hoping to embrace real love today.  Also embracing lots of movie watching, fun sewing projects, and not cooking.

 

P.S.  Thank you so much for putting up with me and this blog.  I am still working on the appearance and content.  I am such a newbie, trying to figure things out.  I do have some exciting things planned and I’m working on them as we speak.  I’m just slow.  And, indecisive.  And, a perfectionist.

 

Some Favorites from Miss Emily

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For Poetry, this term, we’ve been studying Emily Dickinson.  When we read through her poems, I get a little excited, and the kids tell me to calm myself down.  Your life probably does not require you to read Miss Emily’s poetry during the day, so I picked out a few favorites for you to enjoy.

A Book

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

 

I’m Nobody!  Who are you?

I’m nobody!  Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell!

They’d banish us, you know.

 

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

 

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

 

And sweetest in the gale is hear;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm

 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

 

 

Dwelling

Mondays are the days that I focus on Other People’s Words.  My thoughts, on a Monday morning, probably should not be shared.  It’s safer this way.  And, way less annoying for you. (:

This morning, I had a lovely time with Henri Nouwen.  He taught me again, through his book, In the Name of Jesus, what it truly means to be a leader.  I pulled out one of my favorites for you:

If there is any focus that the Christian leader of the future will need, it is the discipline of dwelling in the presence of the One who keeps asking us, “Do you love me?  Do you love me?  Do you love me?”  It is the discipline of contemplative prayer.  Through contemplative prayer we can keep ourselves from being pulled from one urgent issue to another and from becoming strangers to our own and God’s heart.  Contemplative prayer keeps us  home, rooted and safe, even when we are on the road, moving from place to place, and often surrounded by sounds of violence and war.  Contemplative prayer deepens in us the knowledge that we are already free, that we already found a place to dwell, that we already belong to God, even though everything and everyone around us keeps suggesting the opposite.

We are already free.  You have already found a place to dwell.  As your day comes at you with full force, and interrupts all that you had intended to do, I hope and pray that you will be home, safe and sound, in His presence.

“Dwell in Me, and I will dwell in you. [Live in Me, and I will live in you.] Just as no branch can bear fruit of itself without abiding in (being vitally united to) the vine, neither can you bear fruit unless you abide in Me.” John 15:4

I Rise Today

Sometimes on a Monday morning, I need someone else’s words to get me going.  Today, I wanted to share St.Patrick’s Breastplate.  I love this piece/prayer because of it’s completeness.  He really doesn’t leave anything out, including the spells cast by women.  (Haha.  Yeah, I was offended for a second too, and then I remembered that women cast spells all the time.  We write books, movies, commercials celebrating this attribute.  And, he was a priest, after all.  The man needed protection! ;))

I’ve read a little bit about St.Patrick and his ministry.  He, like his prayer, gave everything there was to give in surrender to God.  He is just the person to lead us into this new week. Ha, especially with St.Patrick’s Day right around the corner!  Seriously, didn’t plan that.

St. Patrick’s Breastplate

I rise today

in power’s strength, invoking the Trinity,

believing in threeness,

confessing the oneness,

of creations Creator.

 

I rise today

in the power of Christ’s birth and baptism,

in the power of his crucifixion and burial,

in the power of his rising and ascending,

in the power of his descending and judging.

 

I rise today

in the power of the love of cherubim,

in the obedience of angels,

and service of archangels,

in hope of rising to receive the reward,

in the prayers of the patriarchs,

in the predictions of the prophets,

in the preaching of the apostles,

in the faith of the confessors,

in the innocence of holy virgins,

in the deeds of the righteous.

 

I rise today

with the power of God to pilot me,

God’s strength to sustain me,

God’s wisdom to guide me,

God’s eye to look ahead for me,

God’s ear to hear me,

God’s word to speak for me,

God’s hand to protect me,

God’s way before me,

God’s shield to defend me.

God’s host to deliver me;

from snares of devils,

from evil temptations,

from nature’s failings,

from all who wish to harm me,

far or near,

alone and in a crowd.

 

Around me I gather today all these powers

against every cruel and merciless force

to attack my body and soul,

against the charms of false prophets,

the black laws of paganism,

the false laws of heretics,

the deceptions of idolatry

against spells cast by women, smiths, and druids

and all unlawful knowledge

that harms body and soul.

 

May Christ protect me today

against poison and burning,

against drowning and wounding,

so that I may have abundant reward;

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me;

Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me;

Christ in my lying, Christ in my sitting, Christ in my rising;

Christ in the heart of all who think of me,

Christ on the tongue of all who speak to me,

Christ in the eye of all who see me,

Christ in the ear of all who hear me.

 

I rise today

in power’s strength, invoking the Trinity,

believing in threeness,

confessing the oneness,

of creation’s Creator.

For to the Lord belongs salvation,

and to the Lord belongs salvation,

and to the Christ belongs salvation.

May your salvation, Lord, be with us always.

 

I found St.Patrick’s Breastplate in The Celtic Way of Evangelism, How Christianity Can Reach the West. . . Again by George G. Hunter.  And the image of St.Patrick is from here