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Broken To Bless

Pottery4I think it was Ruth Graham who wrote, “…there is a broken heart in every pew.”

Many years down the road, with many a “breaking-experience” under my belt, I can say a healthy amen.

We in The Church are “a building” built from broken things.

I recall when I was the editor of my women’s church newsletter.

I went to our Women’s Director purposing a series on suffering. I offered a couple of samples topics and suggested the book of Jeremiah as our ongoing theme. Her response, “We don’t want to hear about these things. Write about happy things.”

I thought at the time, “Seriously?”

I personally knew of many people in our church that were going through a very difficult time.

There were single moms, struggling to get to the next payday, wondering how they would feed their kids. Divorced dads, hemorrhaging internally, but wearing stoic smiles. People out of work wondering only two things—where and when? Folks dealing with catastrophic illnesses, for themselves, or their families. Marriages that were being held together with scotch tape, and half-hearted,  “why-do-we-even-bother” prayers.

Could she not see? Did she not hear? Or, was it just the same old coldness of heart that chooses to walk by the bleeding and broken, choosing “the other side of the road” like Jesus related in the parable of The Good Samaritan.

Today, thirty years later—I still do not understand it.

How can people who meet together to sing about loving the Lord, listen intently to all those fine-sounding-sermons about reaching the lost, but then pass the lost, messy, and broken—looking right through them?

Perhaps it’s going through a few breakings myself. Knowing firsthand, the pain and confusion; the helplessness; the dark and intense days suffering brings.

And yes, I know there are “professional victims” in our Churches. Those who seek a continual attention-feast every time you encounter them. (Yes, I know.) I have also encountered the drama-queens (and kings) who suck all the emotional oxygen from the room. Every church has these folks.

The trick, as I see it, is to not let their choices blind you to the genuine suffering that is all around us.

We are buildings filled with the broken, and yes, sometimes messy ones. People whose lives are in crisis and need our compassion and tenderness.

Our simple and decent caring.

That is what I am pleading for here—hearts that care for the wounded and brokenhearted, rather than walling ourselves off behind aloof and superior stone walls.

Jesus calls each of us to reach for His basin and towel.

My bible says no one is exempt:

Does He not call you, too?

Jesus was always tender with broken hearts—asking what He could do.

Are we, not all called by Him, to do the same?

Is not the last word… His words to us?

 “…YOU …do as I have done for you.”

BROKEN VESSEL

Into a shop, I chanced to go
Seeking vessels high and low
When in a box I casually spied
A broken vessel—cast aside

At first glance, I thought I’d take
These broken pieces for to make
A vessel “new” from broken things
To carry songs and glad tidings

But no! My Master bid me take
This broken vessel, for His sake
And look again… “This jar was you…
Before My loving grace you knew!”

“I came into this world so dark
Received the nails that made their marks,

To gather vessels—not a few,
Shattered and broken, just like YOU;

To bring to wholeness once again,
To piece and polish, glue and mend…”
Ahhhhhhhhhh, now I see!” I answered Him.

“The centerpiece for which I search,
To show, display, inside the Church,
Is BROKEN—like so many more,
That wait for us outside these doors.”

Why are we oh so slow to learn?
Why don’t we see that what man spurns,
Is just the ONE that God will use?
He chooses MOST what we refuse!

I thank you LORD for taking me
A BROKEN THING—that all could see,
Had little use… not much could be…
Reclaimed… restored… for Your glory!

 

 

 

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Beloved Prodigal… (Part 1 ~ bat Shuvah)

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The road you’re on is not an easy one. (I should know.) I have been down your road.

It is for that reason I wrote this book.

I am hoping it will plant some seeds of trust in that heart of yours.

The Jewish would call me “bat Shuvah”—she who has returned.

I have returned.

  • To my Abba-Father God.
  • To The Church.
  • I am a Prodigal no longer.

Yes, I returned.

But you know what?

I confess (even today) I still struggle to not get discouraged and go over that hill again.

Perhaps that’s because I also have learned—today’s Church can be a cold and lonely place for the wounded and broken. All the disillusioned, angry, and messy-ones. And yeah, it scares me to confess that truth to you.

Truth is, I grew up in a house full of secrets.

In my house?

It was definitely not okay to be wounded or broken.

(That would have been admitting the truth.)

No, appearances had to be kept up at all cost. Illusions were prized far above truth.

I still shake my head today, thinking back, looking at the choices my parents made I wonder, “Why would anyone want to live like that?” Then, I look at how it still is in today’s Church and I realize, not much has changed. People still live lives of posing and pretense.

Perhaps they think it easier… less messy—to just fake it.

But my heart has to ask, “Isn’t that just a waste… to live an unreal life?”

I mean…

“How do you ever become “REAL” without telling your real story?”

6a1d6b965ff0038f17473284a4997d96So, here it is. Mine, with all of its ugly scars, brittle edges, and more than a little healed-crooked, hard won, Jacob-type-leaning, and limping.

I’ve come a long way from that crooked and broken road.

(Been through some fierce storms, too.)

I hope I’ve learned—a little…

And maybe even earned… my place?

To speak to that deeply wounded heart of yours.

 



 


 

The Infinite Value of One

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We live in a day when everyone seems to be chasing BIG numbers.

(We measure by numbers.)

Big numbers seem to say, “This person is important.” or “You need to own that thing that everyone else is buying.”

Big numbers seem to equal a BIG deal.

Bigger equals better—that’s the world’s mantra!

But remember? The Kingdom of God is usually running counter to the world; the way the world thinks; and this I find to be particularly true when it comes to calculating the value of individuals.

Most media sites these days have folks seeking large volumes of “Followers or Friends, with people in hot pursuit of the most, Views or Shares.”

Unfortunately, no matter how many you might get? You’re always going to find some other guy out there, with a “score” that makes yours look like very small potatoes.

(…sigh.)

Welcome to my world.

I was thinking about this a lot this morning (definitely feeling like small potatoes) when I heard the Holy Spirit whisper softly to me,

“Would you still write, if there was only one person you were actually reaching each day? Would they matter? Would you write to encourage only them?”

Only them? Only one.

I said, “Yes LORD, even if there was only one because I know—every ONE matters to You. You left the ninety-and-nine to go and care for that one lone sheep. I know we all matter to you LORD. Every. single. one. We matter. Every single moment.”

You do matter, you know?

You are the only you God created. You are unique. Special. One of a kind!

Others may treat you as just another number on their score card, or just another “sale” they wanted to tot-up… but you are of so much more value than that.

So if today, you are feeling especially insignificant?

Please remember this:

You are priceless in the eyes of God.

He sees YOU and He has great plans… for YOU.

In His economy? One is a very BIG deal.

(So… you are.)

Who can guess at what “just one” might accomplish in this world?

Like maybe just one little… (previously unknown and unheard of…) Belgium nun—for instance?

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How much God cherishes each—one, of us.

There is a world-changer inside of you!

Maybe it time to turn the Infinite One inside of you, loose?

The two of you shall shake the earth.

(Count on it!)

 

Golden Wings

b 1I used to think so long ago

“I am a worm and very low”

I could not see nor understand,

This destiny—with plans so grand!

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But here we are! (You ‘n me…)

We’re skimming clouds—bold and free!

I’ve wings to fly, to sail, to go…596c447d0080a0affc91f6ce4c8ab17a

I’m soaring now—beyond rainbows!

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Dancing up among the stars,

I’ve left the earth, with iron bars!

No more cramped, imprisoning space;

All darkness gone, it’s been erased…

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With Dreams and Rainbows from above!

How could YOU love a worm so low?

How could You cause her heart to glow…

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With joy and laughter—more n’ more;

Is this “The Plan” You had in store?

For ME?

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This gift of Yours…

These GOLDEN WINGS!

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27 Why say you, Jacob, and speak, Israel, My way is hid from Yahweh, and the justice due to me is passed away from my God? 28 Have you not known? have you not heard? The everlasting God, Yahweh, the Creator of the ends of the earth, doesn’t faint, neither is weary; there is no searching of his understanding. 29 He gives power to the faint; and to him who has no might he increases strength. 30 Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: 31 but those who wait for Yahweh shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint.

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The Message

Why would you ever complain, O Jacob,
    or, whine, Israel, saying,
God has lost track of me.
    He doesn’t care what happens to me”?
Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening?
God doesn’t come and go. God lasts.
    He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath.
    And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired,
    gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
    young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
    They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
    they walk and don’t lag behind.

The Moment

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The call has  come from Spirit’s flow,

Up to the rainbow tops to go.

Cocoon breaks its last restricting hold…

As moonbeams shimmer on wings of gold.

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A moment now—to understand,

That darkened cell was sacred plan;

To make me into “vessel” new,

With messages—not for a few…

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Oh, no! This plan I now behold,

Was not for dungeon, dark and cold;

But so a story could be told…

As gossamer wings I now unfold…

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To soar away to rainbow’s height;

And spread Your Word, with sheer delight!

We’ll sing our songs—we now decree

That other’s, too, might be set free!

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Your call! …there it is again!

Most welcome Voice of Sovereign Friend…

“Stretch out those wings! Come… fly with Me!

The moment’s here …your destiny!”

The Parable: Convergence And The Scared Caterpillar

(DREAM-MAKER:)

Fear only one thing little one. Fear displeasing Me.

CATERPILLAR:

I do, Dream-Maker, I do!

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(DREAM-MAKER:)

That is the only good fear little one.

It will keep you humble. It will keep you

hungry for righteousness.

CATERPILLAR:

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(DREAM-MAKER:)

Everywhere you go little one. Everywhere you go. My Spirit will empower you. I will release rivers of Living Water from you. My favor will cover you—opening doors, that right now, you can’t imagine. Remember caterpillar, it is only your responsibility to,

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CATERPILLAR:

 

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(DREAM-MAKER:)

I will caterpillar. I won’t fail you.

Come it’s time to go.”

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