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Day 3:: The Ups of Downs

A little light,
shaking within.
Shaking without,
Nerves be calm.

A thought,
world untraveled.
World discovered,
Dreams find rest.

A call,
desire chased.
Desire laid up,
Moments in stillness.

 

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Somedays there are not many words.  Despite our volume, we reflect our inner fights.

When we turn to Him in the midst of our battling, He is faithful to show that He is right beside us fighting on our behalf.

What is your outward behavior reflecting about your inner state of being?  In an honest still moment would you let Him see?  He is faithful to show you something in return.

Day 2: On Fire

 

Everything inside you knows there’s more than what you’ve heard.  So much more than empty conversations filled with empty words

– Switchfoot “On Fire”

This song is stuck there in my head and in my heart.  So I pay attention.

Picture this with me: You walk up to a long knotted wooden counter, bartender says, “Well? What will it be?”.  Your eyes scan shelf after shelf of the thousands of labels on bottles, some reading: Shoes and More, Booze and Xanex, Busy and Distracted, Netflix and ChillAnxious and OverworkedComparison and Hustle.  An ache, an angst, a nagging that  will not let you be.  What bottle will drown it out for the time being?

For mercy sake, no bar actually exists. But our aches are real.  Our attempts to fill the voids are played out.

I’m here to whisper to you, to me: There is more.

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There is One who satisfies every longing.  One who looks at the hungry and feeds them.

Even if you know the One, and you think you’ve explore all there is to explore about him.  There is more.

For those who hear the simple whispers, be encouraged in all you face.  May you turn towards the fire and enter in.

For it is in the fire that overtime all else falls away.  Gold is put in the fire, but will not be consumed.  It will be made pure.  In all its purity, we can watch it gloriously reflect the fire from which it came.

You and I too will reflect the fires from which we came.  There will be stories told because we, hungry for more, stepped into the flames.  Others may see their reflection in our stories.  Enough bravery will rise up for them to step into their fires.

And you’re on fire when He’s near you
You’re on fire when He speaks
You’re on fire, burning at these mysteries

-Switchfoot “On Fire”

May you and I lean into the fire as we look to the One who invites. Come see, there is more!

 

31 days:: Day 1 Reflections

Scroll down for Day 1!

Or to check out the other days just click the link below.  I am adding each day to the list as I go.

Day 2:: On Fire

Day 3:: The Ups of Downs

Day 4-7:: Aftermath

Day 8:: To see the shells

Day 9:: The wolves

Day 10:: Off for reflection 🙂

Day 11:: The middle, man!

Day 12-13:: Dimly

Day 14:: Sunday’s Loop

Day 15-16:: A mirror like no other

Day 17-18:: Lowcountry Lights

Day 19-20:: Break for fall

Day 21-22:: The unruly discipline

Day 23-25:: Prayer from the table

Day 26-27:: Fiery boots

Day 28-29:: Simply impactful

31 That’s a wrap!

Here I go again, attempting with thousands of others on the internet to write consecutively for 31 days on the same topic.

This go around will be interesting for sure. Grad student, busy body keeping clients happy, ministry school student.  The roles can be a bit overwhelming at times.  But at my core what are the burning desires?  The roles that if I were to not fulfill, a piece of me would be in angst.  These roles are birthed out of a relationship with the one who is Love.  Writer, Artist, Revivalist, Daughter, Sister.

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In an attempt to feed (and hopefully you can do the same) the inner spinnings of my spirit, here is space for you and I to explore for 31 days, Reflections.  I’m more than thrilled! I hope you will join me on this journey.

We take a look back to remember, to learn, to restore.  We reflect.  In the deepest parts of us we have mirrors hidden within our souls covered by dusty blankets.  What are these mirrors meant to reflect?  We look upon the waters of a vast lake and we see the heavens kiss the earth as clouds dance upon the ripples.  It is but a mere reflection.

What is in your heart and soul spinning around waiting to be revealed?

Maybe, you too, would like to take up the challenge and write for 31 days. Click on the link to discover resources and helpful tips.  You have until Oct 5th to link up with people from all over who are taking up the challenge.

Blessings!

For seeing eyes

Who will love? Who will see? 

They do not look like you, nor do they look like me. 

Awake, o sleeper–

You’ve barricade yourself behind a wall. While those who came to feast are left out to starve. 

Give them scraps you say, from over high walls. 

How about unlock your gates, demolish the partition. 

Let the hungry come eat. Sit them on your left and on your right. 

To the least who thinks he is nothing, sit him at the head. 

Honor him as worthy. Take it in, watch love grow.

“Fearless in Love”

These waters are unstable, roughly unpredictable.
A keen eye should be kept to the bow.
Hand clenched on the side of the wooden vessel,
for a moment i take in its grain, its make.

Been in such waters before.
Her sail let loose in a slap,
took more than one pair to wrestle that white.
Even now something unexpected begins to stir.

Out in the distance a figure,
a man. My heart least expects,
Kind eyes I see, in the midst of violent waves.
Smiling soft lips move to his calm words.

I’m drawn, compelled.
Calm down oh soul, what if
its not him. Yet he waits.
Welcoming me to join him among the shifting waters.

Tides and waves, boats and sails;
what are you compared to this love.
No mind do I give you,
for you are nothing compared to.

Rise I do. Hand free of wooden barricade.
Look these feet walk over too. It is He I see.
Yet what if these eyes deceive me.
The wet I feel all around me.

Rough hands to which I do cling.
Oh yes it is surely he.
Lovingly he raises me,
and together we dry in the hull.

In and Thru

Can you see? It runs through young veins.  Brave catawba showing through as the sun caresses me.  Leave me here for a while, content I will be.  Salt air breathed in deeper, richer.  Winds whisp me away to where water pounds on rock.  Scoop me up to behold the sea creatures dancing with one another.  Home to this heart is sand between these toes. Let my eyes gaze on the horizon as heaven kisses earth.  Hear. Here, angels wait to minister to wandering sailing souls.  Mine gladly receives once again.

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8 things noted from an out-of-sorts week

 

It has been a bit of a loner slow week, where tea and soup have been my best couch buddies. Kleenex by my side, cough drops in my pocket, and drugs scattered on the kitchen counter, I’ve let the house work go a little. I did manage to fold some laundry in a two day span. Books sit staring at me enticing me to read them, but my brain is clouded and will not focus enough to retain but a sentence.
I’ve taken the one-two-punch and I’m down for the count. Life, you will have to leave a voicemail because I’ll be out of the office for a while. I’ve been wrestling with a nasty respiratory infection this week. Though it is not the flu nor a crazy disease, its still put me out and on my butt. I’m hoping the worst is behind me even though I’m still giving my lungs the occasionally violent work out and I know what time I need to take more miracle meds.
I wanted to share a few things (8 to be exact) I’ve been gleaning out of this nasty little experience.

1. Water…water…must find water.
Mom was not joking when she told me as a kid to drink up.  I’ve drank more water the past week than I normally do in two weeks.
I could learn from this and make water the first thing I reach for on a normal morning basis. The coffee can wait. My brain and body needs water to wake up and do its thing (like get rid of all this yucky stuff in my chest).

2. The active concern from others is a sweet blessing to my heart.
When you do not make your own hours nor have sick days at your job, guess what…you still have to go to work. So I took the meds and put a handful of coffee drops in my pocket.
In my industry, Im not going to announce I feel like shit to my customers. But a favorite fun loving boisterous regular of ours stopped in and noticed my voice sounded funny. A few minutes later she came back in the store with some essential oils for me. I thought oh she’s just going to hand it to me. Oh no! Being the mom to all God’s children she is… she called me over and lathered me up with this stuff, on my heart, on my neck, on my face. My district manager looked on with bewilderment. I smelt like a hippie for the next few hours.  But it blessed me. I giggled, “I’m anointed”.

3. It read, “Don’t let unexpected situations ‘throw’ you”.
Yep, that was the fortune cookie I got a couple weeks ago and hung on to. And the last two weeks there have been several unexpecteds…mostly what I would not say are favorable. Holy Spirit can use fortune cookies right? I mean He is God afterall. image

I’ve been reminded that circumstances do not have to dictate my attitude. I kept saying yea I am good, I’m just not feeling well and neither is my car (car was out of commission this week too).
I’m reminded of a quote from the book Into the Silent Land by Martin Laird :

A mountain does not determine what sort of weather is happening but witnesses all the weather that comes and goes…

My core, where I am united and hidden in Christ is stronger.  These things (sickness, etc.) are just the storms around.

4. Mom!!!!
Need I say more? Even though she is most likely the one I got this plague from, shes still the one I call with drug questions. Its times like these I am thankful that I live back in the same city as my family. Because after all when you do not feel well the main person you want is your momma.
Also there must be something innately wired in mom’s that when their kids aren’t feeling well their text game is amped up 😉

5. I love to sing, but do not know how to sing when on mute.
Music is a big part of my week. Id say more than half the showers I take are accompanied with some kind of music. Not to mentioned I’ve gotten into the habit of going to a service mid week where worship through singing is main part of the meeting time.
I’ve been challenged this week when Ive wanted to sing or pray out loud. (I can do these things freely and as loud as I want because I live in the middle of nowhere.) How do you sing when you have no voice? I’m still not sure.  imageOne evening I sat on the dock with a cup of tea, closed my eyes and let my soul dance to music with the one my heart loves.
I’m thankful for a voice and a song. But even when I do not feel I have either, its good to be reminded that my soul is in an eternal dance.  In that place I can rest.

6. You are what you eat.
Let me tell you how many times I googled how to get better faster…actually I lost count. Here’s what has helped me the most when it comes to what I put in my body:
– Soup…progresso will be super successful this month (chicken brooth is good for you)
-Fresh Juices (New discovery: Carrot, tumeric, banana, ginger, coconut water)
-Tea (Bergamot in Earl Grey tea is supposedly good for you)
-Honey (my favorite any way)
-Cinnamon (it has inflammatory properties)

7. Crankiness is not just found in babes, its in me too.
Found myself way irritable one day. I had to pause for a minute and evaluate why I was getting angry. Realized it was because I had no control over the fact that I was sick. And because I was sick my performance at work and life just was not happening. Hmmm….a good dose of grace goes a long way. Do I have any other high-performing recovering perfectionists out there that can relate??

8. When discouragement comes a creepin’, powerful words push back.
You’ve probably seen my posts about the book I am reading.  What an awesome privilege I had to help spread the word post-launch. The Power of the Other by Dr. Henry Cloud is an absolute gem.
With the “unexpecteds” of my week the power of the other has been well…powerful. A friend to hash out the deep things. A random text from someone telling me how special I am. Finding out that someone had been praying for me all weekend. Someone I respect looking me in the eyes and telling me to feel better, and knowing she is declaring it over my life not just saying well wishes.  A willing brother to go for all in by praying for healing over me.
Dude…we need each other. Unless you prefer staying in the pits, but my guess is sooner or later you’ll want out. I’m thankful for, and craving for more corner 4 connections in my life. #poweroftheother
May your week be filled with encouragement rather than the lies of defeat. And for those feeling under the weather may you be renewed and refreshed, healed and strenghtened.

Colorful Expression 

  
Stirring in my heart not yet broken free.

Do you see here in me?

It’s going to violently come forth,

Splatter vibrantly upon this blank.

Believe me for I have hope for us both. 

What swirls as so, cannot be withheld…

Heard Prayer

You know my struggles in lone oneness.

You know my desires both holy and detracting.

Save me oh Lord, speak tenderly to my soul.

In need of some relief from the ebbing ache within.

Do not let me merely brush away rather help me stay.

Stay with you, I am seen.  You fill all in All.

Stay, with my heart in gentle hands. It’s bled much, beats ever strong.

Credit to Grace to remain loving, and Mercy for covering my wandering.

Be true Father for this little growing girl needs you.

Direct and reveal, sure. Above all keep me sitting, enjoying daily bread before me.

Peace of yours be mine, it is thine daughter’s inheritance.

Joy and Gratitude abounding at the table with you.

Speak dearly Lord Jesus, I will lean in to hear the only purely beating heart.

 

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Fresh wind in my sails

I saw Him standing before me with a tender smile upon his face. He approached. Before I knew what had taken place there was this big part of what I believed to be me in his hands. It appeared to be a solid stone birthed from the soil of the earth. A common pebble only a child would find significance in. On this stone was written a word I had not thought of in a long while: victim-less. It was hard to decipher; was this one word or two?

I realized I could not raise my right arm for long, as if my strength had failed. Not only so, I feared my chest would collapse if I held my hand in the air at length. I looked and found the place from which the stone really came. A hole straight through my body just below my right shoulder spanning mid-way down my torso was left in place of the earthen stone. The gapping hole looked weak, unsupported, softly vulnerable.

Then I saw as if the zoom lens had been spun, him working in the hole of emptiness. His hands moved as a skilled mason, creating walls of support. Smoothly cementing the walls of my chest hole so that the tissue around would be held up and not cave in. Already I felt life flow returning to the muscles of my arm.

But he left the hole and giggled in joy as he did. He had no intention of sealing it up with cement. I could feel wind blowing through me. I saw him rather proudly full of laughter reach his arm through the cement lined hole and out the other side of me. It brought him a ridiculous amount of pleasure.

Then I saw something so out of place it made me glance twice. Out of the cement through the tiniest of cracks peaked greenery on all sides. My mind befuddled, I thought, “I haven’t even soil in me to grow such lush green”. So there I stood gapping in amazement at the hole in my chest filing with green life. Things that appeared as trees grew.

I looked at him as he delightfully smiled back at me. His eyes were soft yet full of adventure. And he said, “Do you wanna see?”. Before I could answer I could see through his perspective, as if in his very body. I was starring, from his eyes, through the hole in the bodily form of me. I did not see the wall behind where my body stood. But instead beyond the thick bright brush I saw a world bigger and brighter than I had ever seen. A stream wrapped down the rich landscape with rolling mountains to one side and a beautiful colorful sun dancing its light upon the clouds on the far side.

I returned to my body, but as I did I heard him expectantly believing. He said, “Show them eternity, Lauren Elizabeth.”

  

     He is waiting to speak over you. It is you who are more than enough through the Son. More than a conquerer, you are being made brave. He removes what does not bare fruit that lasts because he excitedly desires the finest of foods for you. Filthy rich in mercy is this jovial king. Rest assured your mind will be blown; he does not dissapoint. He reaches from earth into eternity. Why not through you? He will show you things you cannot imagine, grow things you never thought could bare life. Come Lord stand before us, we want to see.

Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don’t look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don’t throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!

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