I left my house today
instead of picket white fences
bricks built the walls that I lived behind.
Instead of bright sunlight
flashes of the past lit each room
an unnatural light that hardly illiminates the soul.
In the spaces where couches
and comfy chairs
would normally preside
were bare floors…
cold, empty spaces
calling out for company.
waves of sound bound within an isolated world
a world confined to my own.

I woke up this morning
curious of what lies on the other side
of my brick bound home.
so I ventured out
to a world I was too scared to know.
Sunlit forests surround
light streaking across
fallen limbs and grass.
A beautiful chaos
that somehow feels like home.
the heart’s cry now echos out.
bouncing off trees and a mountain scape.
Free, I think, for now
I stand and wonder
will the sound reach another’s ears?
Will the ears hear?
Will this risk lead me to another home?
perhaps with picket white fences
a couch and rug
and dining room dances.
or will I turn around
and run back
to the only home I’ve known?

I see flowers sprinkled in a field ahead
and the light of the sun
bringing life to the dead.
Where are the eyes that will share this sight?
Where is the source of this natural light?
Where is the hand that will hold on to mine
leading me forward, walls left behind.

I’m getting out
ready to risk
take a few chances.
I sing and twirl
God speaks through the breeze
a beautiful day to sieze
the sun sets over the horizon’s edge
There is a rock where I’ll sit and wait
hoping the chance
I have not missed.

My annual devotional this year is Experiencing God By Henry Blackaby.  As I mentioned a few posts back I wanted to be more consistent this year.  I’m not 100%, but I’m doing better than 0%.  Since I woke up too late to read this morning, I pulled the daily reading up on the books’ website during a quick break at work.  I thought it was really good, so I’m going post it here.  Enjoy!

Life’s Seasons

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven. (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

The beauty in the way God designed the four seasons is that, though each one is distinct, they all work together to bring life and growth. Spring is a period of freshness and new life. Summer sees growth and productivity. Autumn is a time for harvesting the rewards of past labors. Winter is the season of dormancy and closure. Each season has its own unique beauty and makes a significant contribution to life.

Just as God planned seasons in nature, He planned seasons in life as well. Life has its springtime, when we begin new things and look excitedly toward the future. Summer comes and we work diligently in the heat of the day at all that God has assigned to us. With autumn comes the fruition of things begun at an earlier time in our lives. Winter brings an end to a particular period in our lives. Sometimes winter brings hardship, but we remain hopeful, for another spring is just around the corner!

In God’s perfect design for our lives, He has planned for times of fruitfulness and activity. He will also build in times of quiet and rest. There will be times when He asks us to remain faithful doing the same work day after day. But there will also be periods of excitement and new beginnings. By God’s grace, we will enjoy seasons of harvesting the fruit of our faithfulness. By God’s grace we will also overcome the cold winters of heartache and grief, for without winter there would be no spring. Just as it is with the seasons of nature, these seasons in our lives work together to bring about God’s perfect will for each one of us.

 Father, I do not know exactly where I stand today…I’m inclined to say winter. 
Please open my eyes to your purposes and your hand, despite all that has kept me down. 
Lord, place in me a new song…
and bring about a newness and freshness…joy. 
Abba, take my hand and guide me…please wash away my fears and help me to trust in you. 

Do you find it funny
to anticipate a day
for years, to anticipate a day
only to welcome its arrival 
and find fear
where none stood before.
All I ever wanted was freedom
and love.
And on that day I met fear.
A fear that has blocked it all:
freedom,
love,
and the progress of time
forever.

So, we’re about 1 year into our church plant…and about 6 months into being an “open” church. 

we have grown tremendously…we probably have 50 people or so…maybe more (honestly, I never count…I really don’t care about the numbers and I’m a bad estimator).

We have 3 official communities and 1 community that meets with one of the 3 during our community week, but together (as their own community) is serving a specific pocket of people and need in the city. it’s pretty sweet.

I no longer know everyone I go to church with…but that’s more because of the new people coming in and the structure of the college aged community that I was part of. 

This week, however, will be different.  After a talk with my pastor, about 2 months of praying, and another discussion with the pastor I decided to change communities.  I’m welcoming the change… 

What this means for me:

1.  I’m back with all the families and babies again. 

2.  There is at least 1 week out of the month where I can’t easily “walk” to church (though I may still attempt the walk if weather permits).

3.  I’ll be in a new large group of people where I probably don’t know most people…once again.

4.  I will no longer be one of the oldest people in my community, not counting all the children, I will probably be one of the youngest people.

5.  It’s a new year, a new community…this change will, Lord willing, bring some welcome changes into my walk with God (I like to change things up sometime…and when I feel “stuck” in my walk…a change can often help jump start things)

 

I want to write, but the only thing on my mind is the relationship status I have posted on my Facebook:  “Single”.

This past week I went to Reno for a company meeting.  On the first night there we had a welcome reception.  Everyone and their spouses attended for appetizers, drinks, and socializing.  I ran into a plant manager that I worked for a few years ago.  He introduced me to his wife and then asked if I brought anyone with me.  No, I didn’t.  Do I ever?

A few weeks ago a friend made a passing comment about how content I was and how at peace I seemed when it came to relationships.  Perhaps I am content at times, but inwardly I rollercoaster over the reality of my singleness.  There are days and times when do feel at peace reflecting on my lack of romantic relationships.  Empowered, even.  There are other days, however, when I find myself frustrated, confused, filled with longing and desire.  If I’m honest I can confess those days where I scope out every guy in a room, assessing potential.  Yup, some days I’m that girl – the ones the authors of Christian dating books warn against and tell you to never become.  Yup, that’s me, probably all of us at some time or another.  

I’m surrounded by other singles who I know have longing.  I hear it in conversations, I see it in actions taken with the wrong guys/girls.  I have longing too, you know.  I hurt too.  I want them to know that I’m not a superwoman who has it all together.  I’m in the same boat…part of me hurts for all of us sitting at the single table.  

I recently prayed with a friend who is  probably walking into the beginning of the end of a relationship with the wrong kind of guy.  She sincerely hurts, and as we prayed I also got choked up thinking about the turmoil in her.  She spoke about how she doesn’t want to miss out on what God might do in this guy’s life…you know, to turn him around.  I later told her that it was okay (and normal) to acknowledge her hurt over the idea that the end of this relationship is, once again, the beginning of singleness.  Singleness - that time in life when you just don’t know who or what God has on the way…or if that person even exists. 

I recently read that God will sometimes allow revival or spiritual highs to help give strength to get through those times we spend walking in the valley of  everyday life.  Maybe that idea can also be applied to our walks as single people.  We all will experience moments of strength where we completely embrace our single life.  We experience freedom from the paralyzing, unmet desires of our hearts…and it’s great!  But perhaps, more often than not, we find ourselves in the valley of longing and desire.  As we may spend much more of our time there, remember the heights to which we’ve been and meditate on them as we walk through (not around or above or below…but THROUGH) those valleys of longing and desire.  Those memories mark divine moments in our walks with God…when we focus and reflect upon them we are by default also focusing and reflecting on Him and what He’s done.  Bringing that perspective into the forefront of our minds will help to refocus our attention away from the circumstances of today (walking in a valley of loneliness) and back on to God.  I know we will begin to see glimpses of Him and His presence with us in that valley…and that should offer the strength and ability we need to walk on in a way that is still glorifying to Him. 

I thinks its naïve to expect those longings and desires to never awaken.  I that eventually we will all walk through a valley or two (it may be singleness, or a job, or illness, or whatever).  It’s not whether we hit that valley that matters…it’s how we journey through it – the decisions we make, the actions and responses we have, and the focus of our minds; that’s what really matters. 

I’m walking in that valley today.  Walking strong…stumbling along…regardless I’m continually being held up (or picked up) by God.  For that I am ever grateful.

a

 

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