For some time now, I've been in the process of a healing. Many of you know that last year I was cast out of my church. I was not given an opportunity to defend myself, and in fact, the decision was made just days after Paul and I lost our baby. This decision was made by our pastor (who I no longer blame) based on faulty information that had come to him by way of his own gossiping staff. Though I was wounded, at least my wounds were visable and could be accessed for healing. In some, there are far deeper, more damaging wounds that lie just beneath the surface, unseen and festering, and these are what destroys God's people.
Since that time, God has been working in me and on me regarding issues of forgiveness, and learning to find the worth that HE has determined to be within me. As a Christian, I'm not sure there's anything more damaging or a betrayal that could run deeper than having been rejected by your friends and family of faith. My heart was broken, my soul rended, and I was a mess.
And yet, that's the place where Jesus just loves to climb down into and start working.
The idea that Love Wins had become blasphemous to me - that this church used this phrase as a handle was what first attracted me. That the One who was Love would ultimately Win - what an amazing way to reach out to people. Already seeking healing in other areas of my life, I fully embraced this principal, and began to open my heart to the love that I believed God was pouring out through others. Sadly, we all learn the hard way (at least once) that while God only pours in perfect love, human beings have a way of screwing it up and using God as a battering ram against the hurting.
Some would argue that my concept of love leaves no room for truth. Quite the contrary, you cannot genuinely LOVE at all, unless you love in truth. Love is far more than an action committed from one person to another, or from one group to another. Love is choice, a way of life, a way of living out your existance with one another. It is about far more than rings, or houses, or beliefs, or agreements, or whispers behind the backs of others, or face to face confrontation. Love is what fuels the choices you make. Love is what makes Mercy a verb.
It's been a little over a year since I got my walking papers and my scarlet letters. I've thought about a lot of things in that time; about what I'd like to say to those who knowingly betrayed me. I'd like to ask them if the 30 pieces of silver was worth it. I think about the man whose actions nearly drove me to suicide, and then I quiet my soul and pray for him. I can't imagine the burdens he shoulders daily. I think about being rejected - again. And then I think about Jesus, and how nothing I've endured is unlike His own life.
I've also learned a lot about what Love is and what it is NOT.
Love never hurts. Love isn't about keeping score or being proud of yourself. Love takes no sanctuary in evil things - not in lies, not in gossip, not in secret darkness. Love can never fail - ever.
Love is a multitude of wonderful things however;
Love is opening your home - not just your house, but the privileges that come with sharing a home.
Love is opening your arms - not for quick once weekly pats on the back, but for "all the way around" types of hugs that make most church people nervous.
Love is sticking someone with a needle, and then sitting with them in the ER.
Love is logging nearly 100 hours in a car with someone without killing them.
Love is a kiss on the forehead - even if you're both adults and not married to each other
Love is sharing life - all of life.
And that kind of LOVE really does WIN.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Where's the Glue?
July 30, 2010
Been school shopping the last couple of weeks. This year, the kids are going back to private Christian school (Thank you GOD) so we've been stocking up along and along b/c there are added expenses to consider. We don't mind. . .but today, I unloaded the back of van and we spread out school supplies on the dining room table. YIKES! Talk about an abundance of goodies!
While I was making piles, I noticed I had purchased an abundance of glue sticks. I guess there's worse things to have an abundance of (thinking of when the kids brought home buggies. Ick) but we have a LOT of glue. LOL It got me to thinking about all the things in life that require some agent to "hold it together."
Consider marriage - ok, maybe we shouldnt. There's a lot of "glue" required for marriage. Paul and I will be married 16 years this year, and truth be told, it's only 16 b/c we were too poor to file for a divorce when we thought about it. Thank God for that! But there's a glue that keeps us together. Most of the time it looks like this; common interests, a genuine likability of the other, mutual respect, shared dreams, etc. But sometimes, it's really unexpected - like grief. Last year was a year FULL of grief for our family. I think though, that in our grief, we were held together. And in that, we discovered a strength unknown to us before then. A "super glue" of sorts you might say. At the end - we were left with this crazy weird bonded love that we'd never experienced before. It was like we'd been glued together, then welded, then sealed. I kind of like it.
I have these friends in my life as well - and I can see the "glue" in our lives. One friend in particular - she and I aren't exactly "close" or anything anymore. Truth be told, I couldn't really say if our friendship looks ANYTHING like what comes to mind when you think about friendship. But again. . .there's this glue that bonds us to one another. We haven't spoken aloud to one another in nearly a year, but that doesn't keep me from crying out on her behalf to Papa God every day. It doesn't keep me from grinning from ear to ear when I read about a coffee date, or a powerful worship experience. We share experiences in life that connect us - that bond us to one another.
Another set of friends are the kind that I can just be completely myself with, at all times. Wow. . there's an incredible freedom in that. How many of us really get to just be real - all the time? They accept me as i am, no matter how good the situation, or how bad. Our bond transcends typical friendship on every single level. They are as much my family as Paul is. I think the "glue" in this relationship is that realness. . .there's no assumption EVER of being anything less than who we really are with each other.
When we think about the things that connect us to others in our lives, what's the glue? What's the thing that absolutely bonds you to these people you love, you relate to, you share life with?
While I was making piles, I noticed I had purchased an abundance of glue sticks. I guess there's worse things to have an abundance of (thinking of when the kids brought home buggies. Ick) but we have a LOT of glue. LOL It got me to thinking about all the things in life that require some agent to "hold it together."
Consider marriage - ok, maybe we shouldnt. There's a lot of "glue" required for marriage. Paul and I will be married 16 years this year, and truth be told, it's only 16 b/c we were too poor to file for a divorce when we thought about it. Thank God for that! But there's a glue that keeps us together. Most of the time it looks like this; common interests, a genuine likability of the other, mutual respect, shared dreams, etc. But sometimes, it's really unexpected - like grief. Last year was a year FULL of grief for our family. I think though, that in our grief, we were held together. And in that, we discovered a strength unknown to us before then. A "super glue" of sorts you might say. At the end - we were left with this crazy weird bonded love that we'd never experienced before. It was like we'd been glued together, then welded, then sealed. I kind of like it.
I have these friends in my life as well - and I can see the "glue" in our lives. One friend in particular - she and I aren't exactly "close" or anything anymore. Truth be told, I couldn't really say if our friendship looks ANYTHING like what comes to mind when you think about friendship. But again. . .there's this glue that bonds us to one another. We haven't spoken aloud to one another in nearly a year, but that doesn't keep me from crying out on her behalf to Papa God every day. It doesn't keep me from grinning from ear to ear when I read about a coffee date, or a powerful worship experience. We share experiences in life that connect us - that bond us to one another.
Another set of friends are the kind that I can just be completely myself with, at all times. Wow. . there's an incredible freedom in that. How many of us really get to just be real - all the time? They accept me as i am, no matter how good the situation, or how bad. Our bond transcends typical friendship on every single level. They are as much my family as Paul is. I think the "glue" in this relationship is that realness. . .there's no assumption EVER of being anything less than who we really are with each other.
When we think about the things that connect us to others in our lives, what's the glue? What's the thing that absolutely bonds you to these people you love, you relate to, you share life with?
Dirty Dangerous Worship
Oct 19, 2010
Recently, I've been confronted with the question of worship and what it's "supposed" to look like. Having been raised in the Methodist church, saved in the Baptist, sanctified and spirit filled in the COG, and delivered from religious bondage by the Vineyard, I've encountered a LOT of different worship styles. While I don't think any one particular denomination or group has cornered the market on what worship is supposed to look like, I've come to understand clearly what it is NOT.
The very definition of the word worship is a surprise to most - WORSHIP is a verb. It's something you DO, but it's also something you feel. It's also a noun, because true worship is something you ARE. . .not merely a description of an action.
Worshippers are people who "display reverance or adoration, as to a diety." Ummm. . .ok. Translation - worshippers are believers who offer a sacrifice of their being through the act of reverance AND adoration, not simply one or the other. Worship can only take place in ONE form however - in truth. Jesus spoke clearly about this, saying that only those who worship in truth will know Him.
There comes a question about styles of worship, and while I do think that largely worship is up to the individual, there is one aspect in which I think there can be no compromise. We must worship the one worthy of our praise in the same manner, mindset, heart offering in which He gave Himself to us - passionately, unabashedly, unrelenting, and without reserve. John 4:24 says this, " But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him. God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth." Not should, or ought to, and not as we feel like it, but MUST worship in spirit and in truth. Whoa.
The other night, I had the opportunity to experience worship while others seemed a bit put off by the music choice. Frankly, I didn't let it bother me much once the Lord began to speak to me. The music was edgy, raw, and rather dirty in a sense. There was no lovely melody, no sweet harmonies. It was banging, thumping, the rythyms undulating through my spirit and awakening something altogether primal within me. The thump of the drums, the panicked strumming on the strings, and the cracking realness of the vocalists took me a place far beyond the confines of our gathering room. It was in that place that He spoke to me and said, "Wanna come get dirty with Me?" Hahahaaa - we all have stories of our Jesus moments. Most of them are purely g-rated - butterflies and pink skies, meadows and mountaintops. How often does He ask us to go get dirty with Him?
So I went - He took me back to a time in Columbia when I was at MOW at the old church. Peter Steyne and Toby Trull were banging out the walls on the drums, Joe Cash was smoking his guitar, and there were more shofars than I could possibly count. There was a frantic energy as the worshipers of God began to touch heaven with their praise. . .and then it happened. It was gradual - a few of us began to feel really warm, and then noticed others sweating heavily. Within half an hour, the temperture was over 100 degrees with over a hundred bodies packed into a small space. The A/C had gone out during the hottest summer on record. But. . .NOBODY LEFT. Not a single soul left the oven like room we were all in. Rather, the pressing in took on a new life altogether, and our praise became a sacrifice like it had never been before. People were sweating, dripping; the dirt from the carpet and the stickiness from children's hands made us dirtier still. Makeup melted off, hair fell, and body odor ran rampant. . .but so did the Holy Spirit.
I joke that that was the night Danny Steyne baptised me, b/c quite literally he drenched me when he leaned over me and spoke the words of the Father's heart to me. The anointing oil of that night was the very ESSENCE of the lovers of Christ, coming out of and off our bodies.
Worship. . .like many other experiences in life. . .isn't meant to take on one persona and remain that way. There are times for "quietly sitting with hands folded" types of worship, and there is a time for "dirty, dangerous worship." I prefer the latter, but that's just me.
What I do know is that regardless of the worship style you like, what can never be compromised for our comfort is this - we must passionately pursue the heart of the One who passionately died for us. If I offer my praise b/c it's simply my responsibility, I fail to give a sacrifice. A sacrifice is something that costs me something; my pride, my dignity, my time, etc. If it costs me nothing, then it is not a sacrifice. . .and it does not reflect HIM at all.
I only want to be like Him - even if it means I have to get dirty in the dangerous places.
Monday, January 3, 2011
An Encounter with. . .
July 26, 2010
Last night, I went with some friends to a church thing. I typically don't stray far from my own stomping grounds, but this seemed (at least by the advertising) like something I'd be "into." And for the most part. . .it was.
The worship. . .ohhh the worship. Amazing. Passionate. Freeing. Wow. It was beyond wonderful. I felt parts of my spirit opening up that had been shut up for a while. While not a MOW event, it definately had a "mountain" feel to it. I kept watching. . .waiting to see who was going to break free from walls of the dam, who would be the explosion that would bring all the spirits of religion and limitations crashing down.
I wept as the woman next to me broke out of the aisle, joined by teenage boys, dancing in worship.
I watched another woman abandon herself to the music, to the worship, to her Savior. She was still in the room, but she was definitely SOMEWHERE else too.
One of my friends wasn't feeling too well. We'd all been at a picnic earlier that day, and he thought he might have a touch of food posioning. I prayed for him, laying my hands upon him, expecting healing ESPECIALLY in this place of freedom.
At the end of the service, many people were being prayed for. I moved through the crowd up front, enjoying the presence of God, wanting more still. Without going into details, I"ll say this. I was approached by a woman who directed me to the other side, and was mildly chastised for having prayed for my friend earlier, because "We don't do that here." What they don't do is allow people of one gender to pray for someone of the opposite gender.
Now, that said, let me say this. I can completely understand not being ok with a man and a woman heading off behind closed doors for some "prayer ministery." But in a room, with 400 other people, what EXACTLY do you think is going to happen that's inappropriate if a man lays his hands on a womans head and prays for her?
My God - when did we decide that these rules are somehow more appropriate than the ministry of Jesus Christ to the hurting? To those who need healing? To the ones for whom a simple touch will break down years of distrust? When did the "Jezabel" spirit run off the Holy Spirit?
And so. . .still. . .I hunger. For true freedom in Christ. For worship that has no barriers. For relationship that GENUINELY reflects Jesus. I wonder what they would have done had I wept on this man's feet, and then dried them with my hair? Would that have somehow been MORE appropriate than laying on hands and praying for him?
When. . .when. . .WHEN are we as the body going to begin to work together as a body? When do we begin to operate in the integrity of Jesus Christ and demonstrate that so that these ridiculous rules are no longer necessary? When do we answer the call. . .HIS call. . .regardless of how well it meshes with our "rules."
Freedom by its very nature is meant to be FREEING. I don't want freedom that keeps me shackled by the limitations of who I can or can't minister to. As a medic, I would help ANYONE, any time. Regardless of gender, color, sexual orientation, etc. Why is it more acceptable for me as a medic to put my hands on someone in THAT circumstance, but in the church - where lives can be saved and changed - I'm not allowed to touch a man?
Ah God. . .I'm hungry. Not for a "trailer" of Your outpouring, but for the "feature event."
Last night, I went with some friends to a church thing. I typically don't stray far from my own stomping grounds, but this seemed (at least by the advertising) like something I'd be "into." And for the most part. . .it was.
The worship. . .ohhh the worship. Amazing. Passionate. Freeing. Wow. It was beyond wonderful. I felt parts of my spirit opening up that had been shut up for a while. While not a MOW event, it definately had a "mountain" feel to it. I kept watching. . .waiting to see who was going to break free from walls of the dam, who would be the explosion that would bring all the spirits of religion and limitations crashing down.
I wept as the woman next to me broke out of the aisle, joined by teenage boys, dancing in worship.
I watched another woman abandon herself to the music, to the worship, to her Savior. She was still in the room, but she was definitely SOMEWHERE else too.
One of my friends wasn't feeling too well. We'd all been at a picnic earlier that day, and he thought he might have a touch of food posioning. I prayed for him, laying my hands upon him, expecting healing ESPECIALLY in this place of freedom.
At the end of the service, many people were being prayed for. I moved through the crowd up front, enjoying the presence of God, wanting more still. Without going into details, I"ll say this. I was approached by a woman who directed me to the other side, and was mildly chastised for having prayed for my friend earlier, because "We don't do that here." What they don't do is allow people of one gender to pray for someone of the opposite gender.
Now, that said, let me say this. I can completely understand not being ok with a man and a woman heading off behind closed doors for some "prayer ministery." But in a room, with 400 other people, what EXACTLY do you think is going to happen that's inappropriate if a man lays his hands on a womans head and prays for her?
My God - when did we decide that these rules are somehow more appropriate than the ministry of Jesus Christ to the hurting? To those who need healing? To the ones for whom a simple touch will break down years of distrust? When did the "Jezabel" spirit run off the Holy Spirit?
And so. . .still. . .I hunger. For true freedom in Christ. For worship that has no barriers. For relationship that GENUINELY reflects Jesus. I wonder what they would have done had I wept on this man's feet, and then dried them with my hair? Would that have somehow been MORE appropriate than laying on hands and praying for him?
When. . .when. . .WHEN are we as the body going to begin to work together as a body? When do we begin to operate in the integrity of Jesus Christ and demonstrate that so that these ridiculous rules are no longer necessary? When do we answer the call. . .HIS call. . .regardless of how well it meshes with our "rules."
Freedom by its very nature is meant to be FREEING. I don't want freedom that keeps me shackled by the limitations of who I can or can't minister to. As a medic, I would help ANYONE, any time. Regardless of gender, color, sexual orientation, etc. Why is it more acceptable for me as a medic to put my hands on someone in THAT circumstance, but in the church - where lives can be saved and changed - I'm not allowed to touch a man?
Ah God. . .I'm hungry. Not for a "trailer" of Your outpouring, but for the "feature event."
The Happy Human Dance
August 12, 2010
Let me introduce you to someone I hardly know. He's a quasi-famous internet guy...well, if YouTube counts anyway. Matt Harding is in many ways a "loser." A college dropout, no "real" job to speak of, lives with his girlfriend out west somewhere.
A few years ago, Matt made a video. The story goes something like this - he was traveling around the world with friends, and one of his friends suggested he do that dumb dance he does, and he'd record it. The idea took hold, and Matt was recorded doing his dance in over 70 countries. The result is a video that has swept the internet, and was noticed by Stride gum. (They later hired Matt to make a more professional video for them.) It was also noticed by average people - moms and dads, husbands and wives, everyday people who watched this guy - this BUM - doing this ridiculous dance all around the world.
And a weird thing started to happen. People began to smile. And go blind. Skin color got lost behind the laughter and stunning scenery from some of the most beautiful places in the world. We lost some of our self righteous pride, arrogance gave way to amusement. This man - this nobody - gave us permission to let down our walls, to see each other as HUMAN BEINGS.
I don't know the first thing about Matt Harding personally. I couldn't tell you if he's a believer in Jesus or Buddah or Mickey Mouse. And frankly. . .I don't care. What I do care about is the fact that he was able to depict nations and peoples and races as ONE RACE - the Human race. All in the course of FOUR MINUTES. Unbelievable. . .
A man I deeply respect once told me that he was not a Christian. It dang near broke my heart. Not because it was true, but because he had seen such a BROKEN side of the church that he couldn't find himself in any of it's teachings. He loved Jesus, served his brothers and sisters, and lived his life according to biblical principals. Yet he considered himself a humanitarian more than a Christian. When did we divide the two? At point did Jesus Christ cease to be a humanitarian? Because if I'm reading the story correctly, He was the ULTIMATE humanitarian - giving His life for another, for the hope of a future, for the promsie of life eternal. When did the blood spilled at Calvary become salvation ONLY for those deserving of it? When did God give us the right to decide who is deserving of our humanitarian efforts and who is not? When did the rules change?
My eyes welled up with tears as I watched Matt dance with pot-bellied children in Mali; when he gracefully executed dance moves with the beautiful daughters of India; when he celebrated in Chicago, IL and when he stood alone in the majesty of the green hills of Ireland. Embraced in a crowd and standing alone - this man brought a world together through the simplicity of a stupid dance. We are all human beings - created by a loving God.
All of us; black, white, Indian, African, British, Irish, Scottish, straight, gay, Buddist, Muslim, Catholic, and so on and so on. Each of us created in HIS image. He made us all so differently, but rather than embracing our uniqueness we have allowed ourselves to create elitism out of our differences. Rather than reconciliation, we war. Rather than the human race. . .we have separated and segragated ourselves into clubs and schools and countries and even churches, where we believe WE are right and everyone else is wrong.
I was so fortunate to be raised by grandparents who embraced the simplest principles of God - love your neighbor as yourself.
I bet my grandfather would have been right alongside Matt - doing his own happy dance.
A few years ago, Matt made a video. The story goes something like this - he was traveling around the world with friends, and one of his friends suggested he do that dumb dance he does, and he'd record it. The idea took hold, and Matt was recorded doing his dance in over 70 countries. The result is a video that has swept the internet, and was noticed by Stride gum. (They later hired Matt to make a more professional video for them.) It was also noticed by average people - moms and dads, husbands and wives, everyday people who watched this guy - this BUM - doing this ridiculous dance all around the world.
And a weird thing started to happen. People began to smile. And go blind. Skin color got lost behind the laughter and stunning scenery from some of the most beautiful places in the world. We lost some of our self righteous pride, arrogance gave way to amusement. This man - this nobody - gave us permission to let down our walls, to see each other as HUMAN BEINGS.
I don't know the first thing about Matt Harding personally. I couldn't tell you if he's a believer in Jesus or Buddah or Mickey Mouse. And frankly. . .I don't care. What I do care about is the fact that he was able to depict nations and peoples and races as ONE RACE - the Human race. All in the course of FOUR MINUTES. Unbelievable. . .
A man I deeply respect once told me that he was not a Christian. It dang near broke my heart. Not because it was true, but because he had seen such a BROKEN side of the church that he couldn't find himself in any of it's teachings. He loved Jesus, served his brothers and sisters, and lived his life according to biblical principals. Yet he considered himself a humanitarian more than a Christian. When did we divide the two? At point did Jesus Christ cease to be a humanitarian? Because if I'm reading the story correctly, He was the ULTIMATE humanitarian - giving His life for another, for the hope of a future, for the promsie of life eternal. When did the blood spilled at Calvary become salvation ONLY for those deserving of it? When did God give us the right to decide who is deserving of our humanitarian efforts and who is not? When did the rules change?
My eyes welled up with tears as I watched Matt dance with pot-bellied children in Mali; when he gracefully executed dance moves with the beautiful daughters of India; when he celebrated in Chicago, IL and when he stood alone in the majesty of the green hills of Ireland. Embraced in a crowd and standing alone - this man brought a world together through the simplicity of a stupid dance. We are all human beings - created by a loving God.
All of us; black, white, Indian, African, British, Irish, Scottish, straight, gay, Buddist, Muslim, Catholic, and so on and so on. Each of us created in HIS image. He made us all so differently, but rather than embracing our uniqueness we have allowed ourselves to create elitism out of our differences. Rather than reconciliation, we war. Rather than the human race. . .we have separated and segragated ourselves into clubs and schools and countries and even churches, where we believe WE are right and everyone else is wrong.
I was so fortunate to be raised by grandparents who embraced the simplest principles of God - love your neighbor as yourself.
I bet my grandfather would have been right alongside Matt - doing his own happy dance.
Relentless
Augusta 16, 2010
I think we're all familiar with the song,You wont Relent. Personally, I can't hear it without it messing me up good. Last Friday night, it was part of our worship set, and God has a special message for me about my heart belonging to Him, and His seal being upon my heart. I love it when God speaks!
But it brought me to a place of considering what it means to be relentless. Why does God pursue us relentlessly? Especially when we are less than relentless in our pursuit of Him?
It led me to another thought, one I had recently in response to a friends feverent desire to have God take away the desires of her heart. What I shared with her was that God won't take away desires that are "God breathed." There are wants, needs, desires in our lives that are wired into the very "nooma" of our being. The desire to be connected at the heart level with another human being. The desire to live abundantly. The desire to love as He loves. These are all God inspired - not something we can request He remove. To do so would removed the essence of Him in our lives - to remove these things would be to deny HIM within us, to deny His perfect love in having created those things to begin with.
You see, some of these desires are the very things that make us "in His image." It's not just about the two arms, two legs, etc. "In His image" is more about being LIKE Him than looking like Him. He desires the heart connection; He desires abundant life; He yearns to see us love another as He has loved us.
And so. . .He pursues us.
R E L E N T L E S S L Y
And relentlessly, we navigate, negotiate, plead, beg, cajole, bargin and petition. His heart hears every cry of our own. . .and relentlessly in LOVE He anchors HIS desires for us even more deeply within our hearts. Relentlessly. . .He says, "No. This MUST stay."
Relentlessly. . .He loves us.
I have been so beautifully, relentlessly pursued by a God I do not deserve. And yet He makes me worthy of love.
I think we're all familiar with the song,You wont Relent. Personally, I can't hear it without it messing me up good. Last Friday night, it was part of our worship set, and God has a special message for me about my heart belonging to Him, and His seal being upon my heart. I love it when God speaks!
But it brought me to a place of considering what it means to be relentless. Why does God pursue us relentlessly? Especially when we are less than relentless in our pursuit of Him?
It led me to another thought, one I had recently in response to a friends feverent desire to have God take away the desires of her heart. What I shared with her was that God won't take away desires that are "God breathed." There are wants, needs, desires in our lives that are wired into the very "nooma" of our being. The desire to be connected at the heart level with another human being. The desire to live abundantly. The desire to love as He loves. These are all God inspired - not something we can request He remove. To do so would removed the essence of Him in our lives - to remove these things would be to deny HIM within us, to deny His perfect love in having created those things to begin with.
You see, some of these desires are the very things that make us "in His image." It's not just about the two arms, two legs, etc. "In His image" is more about being LIKE Him than looking like Him. He desires the heart connection; He desires abundant life; He yearns to see us love another as He has loved us.
And so. . .He pursues us.
R E L E N T L E S S L Y
And relentlessly, we navigate, negotiate, plead, beg, cajole, bargin and petition. His heart hears every cry of our own. . .and relentlessly in LOVE He anchors HIS desires for us even more deeply within our hearts. Relentlessly. . .He says, "No. This MUST stay."
Relentlessly. . .He loves us.
I have been so beautifully, relentlessly pursued by a God I do not deserve. And yet He makes me worthy of love.
Adding -
In an effort to consolidate some of my "notes" from Facebook, I'm going to be adding several posts here tonight. No, I didn't write all these tonight. When I can, I'll try to include the date that they were written. A friend brought it to my attention that there are folks who aren't FB junkies who might be interested in what I've written. LOL It doesn't always travel along the Village Life thread, but it's about MY life, and often the lives of those I'm doing life with, so that qualifies it for me. If you don't like it, get over it. :-)
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