take my hand

ever feel that you are walking alone…that you are alone?
yeah, me too.

have you ever gotten that little nugget of something, anything, at just the right moment (even if it is in the car driving to WalMart)?
yeah, me too.

i enjoy The Kry…and this song was on the radio – at just the right time.

I know there are times
your dreams turn to dust
you wonder as you cry
why it has to hurt so much
give Me all your sadness
someday you will know the reason why
wih a child-like heart
simply put your hope in Me

Chorus:
take My hand and walk where I lead
keep your eyes on Me alone
don’t you say why were the old days’ better
just because you’re scared of the unknown
take My hand and walk

don’t live in the past
cause yesterday’s gone
wishing memories would last
you’re afraid to carry on
you don’t know what’s comin’
but you know the one who holds tomorrow
I will be your guide
take you through the night
if you keep your eyes on Me

take My hand and walk where I lead
keep your eyes on me alone
don’t you say why were the old days better
just because you’re scared of the unknown
take My hand and walk where I lead
you will never be alone
faith is to be sure of what you hope for
and the evidence of things unseen
so take My hand and walk

just like a child
holding daddy’s hand
don’t let go of mine
you know you can’t stand on your own

grace.

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vacancy or no vacancy

Christmas is here…well, in a couple of days.
Are you ready?
the hustle. the bustle. the crowds. the craving for something more, something other than what we have been given or have. the need to satisfy a thirst for acceptance. buying and scurrying. perhaps in anticipation for the returns that will inevitably occur.
decorating. baking. cooking. wrapping. stress.
and then…
a lightbulb goes off…the reason for the season! is not giving and accepting and worrying and fretting…
is there room in the midst of the chaos for Him?
do we make room for God…do i make room?…have i made room?
is there vacancy for Jesus?
*sigh*

(do you ever have something that hits you square between the eyes, almost enough to knock you down?)
a reminder.
a head-slap.
a heart tug.
a gut pinch.

“I am not brave
I’ll never be
The only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy
I’m just a girl
Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours”

Am I, are you, willing to offer Jesus vacancy?
Is there room for Him? …not a bad question to ask ourselves as Christmas dawns.

Everything inside me cries for order
Everything inside me wants to hide
Is this shadow an angel or a warrior?
If God is pleased with me, why am I so terrified?
Someone tell me I am only dreaming
Somehow help me see with Heaven’s eyes
And before my head agrees, my heart is on its knees
Holy is He. Blessed am I.

Be born in me, be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe that You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

All this time we’ve waited for the promise
All this time You’ve waited for my arms
Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected
So we might know that Love would go that far?

Be born in me, be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe that You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

I am not brave
I’ll never be
The only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy
I’m just a girl
Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours

Be born in me, be born in me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

grace.

spam

spamI remember Spam.  fried spam.  spam sandwiches with mustard…really. i ate it.  weird, i know.

but lately, i’ve been thinking about things.  and today, i checked my e-mail, and there were messages in this folder named “spam”.

spam – disruptive messages…

and that is exactly what they are – disruptive…to my thoughts, to my convictions, to the very core of who i am.  vulgar. junk.  needing to be emptied.

then, i started thinking of the ‘spam’ that i allow to pass through to my own personal inbox, to my heart and mind.
the junk. the negativity. the lies. the things that chip away at who i am.
the building blocks for the walls that i build.  the walls that keep people (and God) out, and me in – a place where i think it’s safe. inside. with my own thoughts, insecurities, and the “noise” of those things.

questions plague me….
why the senseless events of late in this country?
spam.
what can i do to stop my friends from deep, tragic pain?
spam.
how can the things that you believe are so true and so real turn out so drastically different and carry so much devastation?
spam…disruptive.
this…this is my life?
spam.

my personal ‘inbox’ has been pretty empty lately.
my fault.
the good i know i need to do, i haven’t been doing…i’ve been avoiding actually.
my life, as of late, has been spam filled.

i have neglected to invest in my spam guard and spam blocker.
i know that Jesus is the only one whose voice i need to listen to. i know His voice. and when i do not invest daily, moment by moment, in Him….spam!

with the new year dawning…it is a good time for me to re-evaluate my life.
to rediscover who i am.

spam blocker.
spam guard.
spam filter.

here’s to a new year….spam-free!

grace.